Chapter 1: Data’s Day
Summary:
Data’s day as the ship prepares to dock for a week in Starfleet’s newest space dock for a few weeks undergoing essential mantinence and upgrades - giving everyone on board several weeks vacation. They have to organise the ship’s deliveries, meet up with Geordi for lunch and try to escapes B4’s bone crushing hugs before finally finishing their shift and returning home
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Data ‘awoke’ at 6:00am, on the exact second, from a very pleasant dream where Geordi was a very adorable golden retriever and Data was a black cat - it was a dream which was very welcome after the stressful day yesterday trying to navigate the Enterprise into space dock.
The ship was currently at Starfleet’s second major space dock that they had recently finished building. It was located on the opposite side of their claimed space to the first space dock which orbited Earth, the location was selected in order to make it easier for ships to travel to the nearest one for emergency repairs, as going from one side of Starfleet space to the other could take up to a day at max warp, so a potentially damaged ship needing major repairs could take days or even weeks to get there. As well, since Starfleet’s fleet of ships was getting into the thousands, (if you included small vessels which made up the majority) as well as their constant helping of others in the repair of their ships, it meant that space dock was always full to capacity and the wait times for upgrades was ‘far too long’ according to Captain Picard (who was waiting for the ship’s computer to be upgraded for a total of 9 months before they got around to it).
‘Space Dock Beta’ or the ‘PitStop’ as the crew seemed to like calling it (‘Space Dock Alpha’ was commonly referred to as the ‘Workshop’), was only 75.67% the size of the original Workshop, due to the location orbiting a slightly smaller planet, but still provided the same services for Starfleet’s fleet of ships and any others who would be in needs of them. This list included: building, repeating and upgrading ships - the interior main section could house an impressive 10 galaxy-class starships like the Enterprise (which Data thought was a bit ‘overboard’ as there were only 3 sister ships based on the Enterprise design in service at the present. This meant it had plenty of room to sometimes house dozens of ships within its walls - and that was just the main interior workshop as there was plenty of space outside to dock several dozen ship at once at the station, as well as separate single ship dockyards for ships that couldn’t go inside or connect to the station for one reason or another (the usual reasoning was radiation, risk of explosion or anything that could be deemed a risk to the others within).
Despite it being capable of housing the Enterprise 10 times, the doors to enter the Pit Stop’s main interior section were clearly designed with smaller ships in mind, as the Enterprise only had 42.5% of the recommended clearance either side of it as it entered through the gates, meaning the entire bridge crew was on high alert the entire 15 minutes and 35 seconds it took to slowly get through the gate and navigate to its bay, the whole room ‘breathed a sigh of relief’ when they finally hit the docking clamps, including Data who was trying not to stress out while watching the newest helmsman guide the ship through.
Lore had been at the helm for 11 months and 15 days, (he had been on board the Enterprise with their oldest brother, B-4, for 11 months and 29 days) but he still was…Lore.
Which meant things that required a high amount of concentration were a risk to leave him in charge of - Data had in fact been keeping a record and Lore had on average a roughly 7 minute attention span before his eyes started to wander away from their current task, a 14 minute span before he would grow fidgety in his seat, and an impressive 47 minute span before he would stand up and walk around the room for an average time of 3 to 7 minutes before sitting back down. Data considered most behaviours Lore exhibited unusual, and likely due to his unstable emotional programming, but his refusal to sit still even when working on very important tasks was perhaps the most…frustrating, as Data was able to remain perfectly still and focused on any given task indefinitely.
Nonetheless, Lore had managed to steer the ship into its set docking bay with only minor scratches to the exterior of the ship as he hit the walls (which was unavoidable), which even Picard was impressed with, Lore practically beaming with pride when he received the compliment from the Captain (he did not receive them often from anyone). The rest of the day, as it was evening at that point, was spent making sure the ship was correctly docked and secured into place, and Data spent it making sure that the list of repairs, upgrades and supply shipments were all correct before being handed over to the station just as their shift ended. As they were docked no one worked through the night so all work on board was halted to give the night crews a much needed rest. The entire crew, except for a few dozen essential officers, were given shore leave while the Enterprise was to remain in dock. The senior crew were on duty today, just to get the repairs underway before they themselves were due to leave for their own shore leave, (they were the only crew who were on call to immediately return if they were needed) Data was to spend the day organising the supply shipments that were being delivered, making sure everything got to its correct location on board.
But first, Data needed to get out of bed and prepare for the day ahead as they had already been awake for 12 seconds and had not moved.
As normal, they spent another wonderful 48 seconds laying in bed, embracing their husband, Geordi, who was currently asleep curled on his side with Data pressed against his back (‘spooning’ as Geordi called it, his preferred way to sleep, apparently having Data behind them provided comfort and safety during their sleeping hours). After this they carefully removed themself from the embrace and sat up, leaning on one arm and using the other to carefully run their fingers through Geordi’s hair in an attempt to awaken him, he stirred slightly, before turning around and burying his face into Data’s chest, mumbling about it ‘being far too early’.
“Geordi it is now 6.01, it is the correct time to wake up for the day ahead” Data sighed when Geordi groaned and pressed further into their chest, wrapping his arms around Data’s torso, it seemed he really did not wish to wake up today. Much to Geordi’s annoyance and small whines, Data sat themself up and proceeded to assist Geordi is sitting up also, resting him so he was propped against the headboard of the bed and making sure to plant a dozen light kisses to his face as they did so to avoid angering him too much. Geordi would always feel unwell if Data allowed him to oversleep, even if it was only by a minute or so.
“You’re a cruel, cruel, partner, you know that” Geordi may have sounded annoyed, but Data knew from past experiences they were just tired, and in need of their morning raktajino to help him wake up properly. So while Geordi slowly got himself out of bed and into the kitchen to prepare himself said morning raktajino, Data went into the bathroom to get themselves ready, stepping carefully as Spot circled round their legs, rubbing up against them in an affectionate morning greeting, she waited outside the bathroom while Data walked inside.
Their morning routine was as such: hygiene, hair, clothes, morning schedule and messages, kiss Geordi, leave.
So they began, as always, by brushing their teeth and giving their face a once over with a small flannel to make sure they were presentable for the day (of course, they did not need to do this, as Data was very careful in making sure they were clean at all times, but the routine made them feel…human, the mundanity of it was pleasant), afterwards, they spent exactly 4 minutes and 30 seconds (the longest of all the routines) combing and styling their hair, a routine they had done everyday since they were activated, into the same style they had the entire time, the one they first awoke with and the one they assume Dr Soong had given them, they prided themself in maintaining it.
After this, they moved back into the bedroom and retrieved the uniform of the day out of their wardrobe, one of 7 identical uniforms they had (a shelf contained each day’s uniform, undergarments, socks, shoes - their combadge on another shelf next to these) and, after throwing their sleeping clothes into the laundry basket to be cleaned and put away on Sunday, they got dressed and headed into the main section of the quarters, where Geordi was just finishing his morning raktajino. They passed each other as Geordi made his way back into the bedroom to get himself ready for the day, Data made sure to stop him temporarily to press 2 kisses to his forehead before he got inside, Spot followed Data in the living area and sat herself on the main sofa, clearly tired from her long journey from where she slept at night on the end of their bed to her preferred nap location for the daytime.
Data went over to their computer station and checked the day’s schedule and any messages or updates they had retrieved in the night (which was only confirmation of the day’s deliveries).
While Geordi spent his time in the shower getting ready, Data spent the time working on a painting that currently sat in progress on their main easel in the living area. It was a painting of the view of the night sky, as seen from Geordi’s childhood home back in a country called Somali on Earth, he had taken Data there previously and Data had just gotten around to painting the sight last week, so they were eager to continue working on it.
At half 6, Data stopped painting and went over to the bathroom to knock and alert Geordi it was time for him to come out to get dressed and ready to leave. They went back to their painting and at 6:49 Geordi exited the bedroom, fully dressed and ready for the day. He walked over to Data and circled his arms around their torso from behind, as Data was sitting it was easy for him to look over their shoulder at the painting.
“It’s looking really good, pretty sure it’s nicer than the actual view” Geordi gave a small laugh, Data did not say that it was actually exactly the same as the view as Data had decided to make such an important artwork as photo realistic as possible. “I’m afraid I’ll have to fight my parents for who gets to keep it, they’ve always loved that view” Spot came up to fuss on Geordi’s leg when she heard him speak, he picked her up in his arms and gave her several pets and kisses.
Data smiled, Geordi’s parents were wonderful, but they did live there and had access to the view at all times, so perhaps Data could please them with a print of the work instead? They wanted Geordi to have the original, to remember home while they were often so far away. They came up with a list of 1,245 possible painting ideas to gift Geordi’s parents and catalogued them away to select and finalise one later once they had completed this one. When Data had visited his parents, they found that they loved their paintings and already had several prints of ones that Geordi had sent over (Data did not know he had done this and was overjoyed that Geordi took such pride in Data’s work to show them to his parents) so they clearly needed an original to take centre place of their collection, which hung in the central living area of their home.
Data agreed with Geordi via a nod while they put away their painting equipment, making sure to seal the pallets so the oil paints wouldn’t dry out.
“I believe it is 6:55 my love, time for us to sadly part ways for the day to report to our posts” Data’s least favourite part of any day, parting from Geordi left them with a heavy heart and a longing to finish the day as quickly as possible so they could return home and be together again.
“Today’s a boring day Data, we’ll be back home in no time at all” Geordi leaned over and pressed his lips against Data’s cheek before placing Spot back on the sofa and pulling Data to the main door of their quarters. They would always take the walk to the turbolift together before they needed to get off on separate floors every morning. When it was time for Geordi to get off in Engineering, Data pulled him in for a hug and several small kisses (14, symmetrical, located to ensure full coverage) all over his face before Geordi laughed, bid a farewell and left Data alone in the turbolift on the way to the cargo bay.
When they exited the turbolift and made their way to the cargo bay, it was already a hub of activity as crewman unloaded crate after crate into their pre-set locations in the bay (Data had sent everyone the exact locations of where every crate was meant to go after unloading, and thankfully everyone working at the PitStop seemed pleased to have their job made so much easier by such strict instructions, a welcome surprise as often Data was met with criticism for ‘micromanaging’ from other stations in the past)
Several crewman ran up to Data, to report sudden changes in the deliveries and missing items, Data retrieved the pads of each person one by one and spent approximately an average of 2 seconds on each one (ages for an android) organising and resolving the issues before waving the 7 crewman off to resume their duties while they made their way over to central area where the crates containing the new sick bay equipment were being unloaded and sorted through. Dr Beverly Crusher was directing the sick bay crew there, all searching through and cataloguing the deliveries to make sure everything was accounted for - Data had offered to do this for her, but she always insisted on doing it herself as it was ‘her sickbay’, which was respectable, she took pride in her section and Data had always admired her dedication to her work.
“Morning Data, everything seems fine so far, which is good because these new bio-beds are really needed to replace the others” she gave Data a brief hug and a small ‘peck’ on the cheek (not quite a kiss, it did not make contact and was a gesture of greeting then of affection). The bio-beds currently in sick bay were 2 years 4 months and 29 days old, and were beginning to become unreliable in their functions, and as they often had a crewman’s life in their hands, it was essential they never faulted, hence the need for replacements.
‘That is good new Doctor, did you receive all the other supplies, I noted there was an extensive list of medical supplies and smaller equipment being shipped over” There was, in fact, hundreds of smaller crates stacked up higher than Data stood tall in at least 3 dozen piles, that contained the mentioned medical supplies. Of course they could replicate most things, but some of the crew on board the Enterprise (89 last time Data checked the medical records) were in fact allergic to the replicated synthesised materials - it was less of an allergy, more of an intolerance to how the atoms were rearranged during the replication process that led to allergy type symptoms, and there was another 47 crewman that came from cultures that objected to the use of anything replicated - and as such, the Enterprise had to have a full stock of man-made medical equipment for everyday use; from bandages and hyposprays to any medication the mentioned crew members required. As it had been some time since they were able to do a restock, there was a lot that needed replacing, and Data had been told that Beverly was not leaving for her shore leave for another day or so since it would take that long to ensure everything was put away (the sensitive materials delivered meant that had to be put away carefully lest they risk contamination of the sterilised material).
“Everything has, so far, been accounted for, but I’m not holding on high hope for the delivery of Romulan Ale I requested to be in with the shipment, they never seem to believe me when I tell them I’m requesting it for medical purposes” Romulan Ale was illegal in the federation, originally it was because of the tension between the two organisations, but recently it was discovered that there were certain chemicals within it that posed a risk to a few species that worked within Starfleet, as such it was voted to keep the ban on it. Medical teams were allowed a limited supply every year, as it was the best alcohol to use as a disinfectant, and its high concentration meant you needed very little so it would last much longer than any other alcohol-based disinfectant.
“While that is unfortunate, Doctor, I am sure that you will eventually receive what you need, but if you need it earlier and are tempted to look elsewhere… I would not ask Mr Riker, as he does not know where to acquire any” Riker knew all of the places get ‘black market’ things such as the highest quality Romulan Ale (he had gotten some for Data as a gift once, it was…definitely an ‘acquired’ taste, Data politely returned it to the man's joy).
“Oh I would never dream of it Data” Beverly winked, Data did their best try at a wink back (it did not work, Beverly smiled at the attempt) before they were called over to another section of the cargo bay to check through more crates and sign off for them.
It was the crew's personal mail of larger deliveries being sent to various crew members that had some of the personnel at the PitStop worried, but it was not one of several larger crates they showed Data, rather a small box on a nearby table that was being delivered to…’B4 Soong’.
Ah, this was likely not good.
“This arrived this morning sir, the guys in security say it’s whatever’s in there is being guarded by a thick lead lining the scans can’t get through, we want to open it and make sure your brothers haven’t ordered anything…illegal, again, but since we haven’t got a reason, technically, to open it, we’d like your permission, as B4’s legal career to open it sir”
“That is a wise decision crewman, I shall open it for you, in case it is anything dangerous” Data’s oldest brother…struggled with things in life, and had a habit of ordering random things off the computer - they had previously ordered a small tank that he thought would ‘be fun to drive’, several phasers ‘for Lore!’, enough Romulan Ale to get the entire ship absolutely knocked out drunk ‘definitely for Lore, he gets sad sometimes and likes a drink!!’, as well as a rather impressive list of mostly illegal items, again mostly for Lore, as well as enough toys, sweets and rather childish items to appease a small school ‘for meeeee!’. Data had made a habit of regularly checking through any and all deliveries he received to screen them and remove anything inappropriate before handing them over to him.
They did love B4, but keeping an eye on him was a challenge, and Data wasn’t even his main career, that responsibility was Lore’s (how he managed it, they did not fully understand), but since Lore would only encourage B4 to order dangerous weaponry, the responsibility of this particular area was left to Data (Lore was forbidden from ordering anything himself, for obvious reasons so he often went through B4).
They politely declined the screwdriver offered by the crewman and proceeded to rip off the wooden lid with their hands, setting it down carefully against the side of the table before taking a look inside. Within the small crate, which was placed on a table for access and was roughly 50x20x5cm in size, was a hand carved wooden box, and inside that, was a carefully wrapped…dagger? Data picked it up to investigate it, it appeared to be a Klingon D’k Tahg, and judging by the quality of the metal and the decorative nature of the hilt, it was hand forged and looked very expensive.
“Uh sir, is that…ok for them to have?”
“It is, unusual, but I would not say it is a unusual item for my brothers to have ordered, and although I am confused as to why it has been ordered, it will be fine for you to continue it on its way to them, I shall send Lore a message to enquire about it”
“Yes sir, thank you” Data bid them a farewell and left to resume checking through the rest of the shipment, particularly focusing on the deliveries for the botanical section, Keiko had ordered several live plant samples and it was imperative they arrived intact with no damage.
B4, or Lore, (most likely Lore) had ordered such a…luxurious dagger, but for no reason, which was confusing to Data as most of their orders had been predictable up to this point (and practical, this was luxurious and ‘fancy’), they opened up their pad and sent a message to Lore asking about it, it would likely take him until later tonight to reply so they put it out of their mind for now and focused on the shipment of live plants that were…alive, actually alive, and currently trying to eat several very unimpressed crewmen and a few very terrified ensins.
After they were, mostly, contained and sent off to the gardens, Data turned their attention to the computer to catalogue that everything had been received. Speaking to to main Ops personal from the PitStop to confirm this, they also asked about several extra crates of items for Ten Forward that Guinan had received, they were told she had ‘added to her order last night without telling anyone’ which was, frustrating for Data mostly, as it meant a slight alteration in the delivery schedule but was otherwise perfectly ok for her to do, and Data was curious and excited about what kind of drinks she was concocting in her lab this time to have ordered such a variety of items.
After a few hours of sorting, cataloguing and assisting with more deliveries, it was midday and the crewmen were due for their lunch break, Data announced this over the coms in the cargo bay and over the next (approximately) 12 minutes the cargo bay emptied until there was only Data left. They wanted to make sure everything was as it should be before they left to join Geordi for his lunch break (Data was sure if they did not join him, then their husband would forget to eat). They left the cargo bay and headed for the cafeteria, and ordered Geordi’s usual lunch time meal in a ‘to go’ container so that they could take it down to Engineering and make him eat it.
When they entered Engineering, it was obvious they had had a busy day of maintenance, as there was machinery and tools spread across every table and station, panels were open and wires were all over the place. There were several crew members working through their lunches, as the sensitive equipment could not be left exposed, jumpers had been discarded and nearly everyone was glistening in the light in their black undershirts (Data thanked whoever designed the ship with adequate air circulation so they didn’t have to…smell everyone after such an physical days work), Data walked over to the second in command for Engineering, tapping her shoulder to grab her attention from where she was monitoring a screen.
“Good day, I was wondering if Geordi is available, it is his lunch time and I have brought him something to eat” she smiled and laughed, before turning and shouting Geordi’s name down the nearby Jeffries tubes, he heard Geordi reply with a moan of how ‘he’s nearly finished’, Data bent down to look inside the vent before speaking loudly for Geordi to hear.
“Geordi, you shall come and consume your meal or I shall come in there and feed you it” Data’s ‘threat’ was empty, and received a few laughs from around the room. Everyone on board knew of their relationship, in fact half of engineering had been in Geordi’s bachelor party, but it still amused them how the two ‘behaved like an old married couple’ (definition: a couple that has been established for a while, hence the familiarity and playful teasing often seen between them). Geordi was silent for a while, before Data could barely hear them speak (at a volume Geordi knew the crew wouldn’t hear but Data could hear perfectly)
“That would be really nice actually” Data smiled before sighing and crawling through the entrance hatch, to some very confused looks from the crewmen - Data gave them a shrug and simply said Geordi was ‘nearly finished’ and that they ‘might as well join him and help him finish quicker before he eats’, Data crawled for 145 seconds before coming across a larger section where they were able to stand up and walk over to where Geordi had set up a stool and was working on a open conduit in the wall.
“Hello my love, I bring food” Geordi turned around when Data had entered, and by the time they had crossed the room he had placed his tools away and was waiting with open arms and pulled Data into a hug. Data wrapped their arms around his neck (as much as they could with a box in one hand anyway) before pulling back and handing over the container of food to Geordi who opened it up with a soft ‘oooooo’ noise (which meant he was pleased with the choice).
“How goes the deliveries?” Geordi spoke between bites (thankfully swallowing before speaking), he pointed with a fork over to a nearby stool which Data set up in front of him before speaking.
“It goes well, we have received an impressive 98.5% of items requested, so everyone is very happy with today”
“That’s great, especially since there’s a few of my ensigns who were concerned about the lack of medical supplies, apparently they were down to the last few dozen plasters for electrical burns”
“That is unfortunate, thankfully your crew will be able to sneak treatment for their self imposed injuries” The ensigns mentioned were often in charge of repairing fried systems after an attack or anything else that left them damaged, often leading to several burns and injuries (they were the most knowledgeable on fixing such damage believe or not, it was just that dangerous of a job that injury was inevitable)
“Let’s hope this load lasts them longer than the previous lot” Geordi laughed and they spoke for a while as he finished eating.
They still had 12 minutes of break left, when Geordi placed the now empty container on the nearby table, grabbing Data by their collar and dragging them off their chair and over to stand between his legs.
“Well then Commander sir, I believe I am due for some lovin’ before my shift continues” Geordi smiled and honestly how can Data resist?
“Geordi, you have just eaten and there is not enough time for you to…enjoy yourself fully, I would not recommended we partake in anything currently”
Geordi huffed slightly but mumbled an ‘right, yeah’, Data used a free hand to lift up their chin and press their lips together briefly before pulling back.
“But perhaps, I can satisfy you until we return home later, if that is acceptable to you” Geordi smiled and god…he was gorgeous, it never ceased to amaze Data how one can achieve such perfection in a smile, but they wanted to remain there and simply gaze at it forever. Geordi pressed forward and recaptured their lips into the kiss again, moaning slightly when Data wrapped one hand around his waist and ran the other through their hair slightly. When his lips parted, Data gently slipped their tongue inside and moaned themself at the, as always, overwhelmingly pleasant sensation of being so close to their favourite person. Geordi tasted like the meal they just ate, which was…interesting, but otherwise not a problem to Data as they continued to explore and taste every part of their husbands mouth. Data was gentle, even as Geordi was rough with this kiss, because Geordi deserved all the worship Data could give in this short time, he was Data’s everything and deserved everything.
After 4 minutes and 26 seconds, Geordi pushed Data away laughing, which confused them.
“Data, you gotta calm down, I’m hidden in crawling in the Jeffries tubes for the rest of the day, but you’ve got to actually be around people!” Data tilted their head in confusion before Geordi pointed down, they followed the finger towards…ah.
“Apologies Geordi, I may have gotten…carried away, I shall terminate the program until later” It was…tempting to try and continue but Data really wasn’t into exhibitism like SOME people they knew, so they terminated their sexuality subroutine and apologised again.
“I think I’ll forgive you for getting too excited Data, but only because you’re cute” Geordi laughed again, and ‘booped’ Data’s nose before giving him another kiss on the cheek.
“I will be required to leave now if I am get back to work on time Geordi, but rest assured I will be counting the seconds until we are together again, I hope you have a pleasant afternoon shift my love”
“You romantic, I’d day have fun as well, but I’m sure I’d count organising the ship's mail as ‘fun’, I’ll see you later” One last hug and kiss before Data retrieved the empty food container and crawled back out of the hatch into Engineering. They placed the empty container into a replicator and recycled it, before bidding the returning crew members a pleasant day and heading back down to the cargo bay for the afternoon deliveries.
On the way there they ran onto B4, who was heading with Counsellor Troi for his weekly session with her. Data may or may not have tried to walk past them at the junction without being seen, but by the sound of a squeal and the feeling of being lifted off their feet into the air unwillingly, B4 had noticed them anyway.
“Data!!” He shouted, and spun Data around in his arms like Data was a teddy bear (unpleasant) before Deanna came behind him and requested he put Data back down, he did so with only a small whine.
“Good afternoon brother, I see you are in good spirits today” Data spoke between heavy breaths, B4 always seemed to have trouble regulating his strength, leaving Data breathless after every hug nearly crushed them (they were certain a few crew members has received broken bones from B4’s hugs, though everyone refused to confirm this)
“I am!! Today my teacher showed me how to make a flower crown and then we did some colouring and then we…”
Data nodded along with B4’s rambles, it was unimportant as Data already knew the schools schedule for the day (they were sent them in advance every week)
“AND I have a special present for Lore coming today so I’m extra excited!!” He did, as Lore called them, his ‘happy jazz hands’ and spun around a few times while he spoke of Lore’s gift, saying he ordered it specially a few weeks ago and how much effort it took to get it as beautiful and perfect as Lore was. (The dagger was a gift? Oh shit, Data had already told Lore of it…was it a surprise? B4 would be upset if he knew Data had ruined the surprise)
Data…would never, could never, understand their…’relationship’. Or really why they would even like each other in the first place. Lore was the last person you would expect to be in any form of meaningful relationship, and B4 was often described as everything Lore hated in any other humanoid (not to be mean to their oldest brother, but he was described by crew members as childish, mentally ‘slow’ and overwhelming to be around). Data just left them to it and tried not to think about the kind of things the two…spontaneous and energetic brothers got up to in the turbolift when no one was looking.
“That’s wonderful B4, I’m sure he’ll love it, but I must leave to my duties now so please excuse me”
“Bye Data!!”
“A pleasant day to you both” Deanna bid her farewell and Data left the two to continue walking to her office, while they continued on towards the cargo bay.
Data arrived to work at 7am in the morning, took their break between 12 and 12:45 and did not leave the cargo bay until 5:39pm (their shift ended at 5 but several things came up that needed to be resolved), where they then finally left to go back to their quarters to rest for the evening.
Notes:
Notes: B4 orders alcohol and guns for Lore, Lore orders toys and art supplies for B4 - neither knows Data check their mail and just assumes somethings that sometimes things go missing when Data has to confiscate some of them. Geordi’s family love Data and make sure every person who visits their their home looks at the wall of Data’s artwork.
Chapter 2: B-4’s Day
Summary:
B4’s day as he spends some time with his favourite brother in the morning, has a few hours in the ships school being tormented by small children, before tormenting his other brother on his way to a session with Deanna
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
B4 slowly opened up his eyes, quickly being blinded by the lights in his bedroom. He rolled over, hiding underneath the fluffy and comfy blankets to try and go back to sleep, but he was stopped by firm hands hooked under his arms and dragged him until he was sitting upright against the bed, he opened his eyes again to look deep inside the most beautiful golden yellow eyes in the universe.
“Morning sleepyhead, can’t go back to sleep sadly, you’re already late waking up” Lore spoke softly, he always did to B4, and only to B4 (according to Data and everyone else on the ship). He leaned forward and rested his head on Lore’s shoulder, staying there for a while until he was fully awake. Lore read something on a pad he got from the table next to his bed, and used his free hand to gently stroke B4’s back while he did so - it was nice. Lore was always there in the morning when he woke up, B4 was sure he got in the room early and just… waited for him to get up - not like he minded, it was comforting and despite what anyone else on the ship would tell you, Lore gave really good hugs.
“Well, apart from the fact the naps you take in the day are disrupting your sleep, your diagnostics last night didn’t report anything out of the ordinary, so you’re good to begin the day” Lore pushed B4 back, he groaned but Lore still did it anyway, laughing slightly as he stood up (where’d the pad go?) and walking over to the ‘wardrobe’ where B4’s clothes were.
B4’s was bedroom was nice, it had a reeeally big bed that was covered in lots of blankets and plushies and soft things. He also had a big wardrobe the other side of the room that had all his clothes in, Lore had set it up all pretty and tidy and he knew where everything was so B4 didn’t touch anything in there. The floor was always covered in more plushies he had been given or when Lore got him some a treats when they visited places. He had a small bookshelf next to his bed that had a lot of pads on it because he had to have books read out to him because he struggled with reading - he COULD read, but sometimes the words got all mixed up and he couldn’t find the next line so it was easier to have it read to him. Lore had actual books, and he had lots of books he filled with his own notes and drawings - B4 had a few dozen of them stashed under his bed and read them when Lore wasn’t home (Lore had hundreds of these, so he never noticed when B4 stole one).
Lore returned with one of his blue jumpsuits for the day as well as the rest of his usual clothes. B4 had tried his best to remove his pajamas, but was currently stuck trying to pull off his shirt. Thankfully Lore gave a smile and took it off for him, guiding him to stand so he could remove the bottoms as well, throwing them both to the ‘dirty’ clothes pile in the corner before dragging B4, in his underwear, to the bathroom (what about the clean jumpsuit??).
He guided B4 to sit down on the chair next to ‘sink’ while he went about B4’s ‘making the baby look pretty routine’ as Lore called it. It began with the worst part, where Lore had to brush B4’s teeth, which was awful and gross and terrible and he hated it. But Lore insisted it needed to be done, so it was done, with only minor complaints and two attempts to escape (they did not work). After that B4 had to swirl the ‘mouthwash’ in his mouth before spitting it back into the sink (he didn’t understand the reasoning for this, the taste made him want to throw up). After this, Lore looked him with an amused grin, and used a towel to wipe something off his face before he retrieved a different smaller towel (this one was for only B4’s face, apparently it was important he have separate one for his body, face, and the ones for general use in the bathroom, again, confusing) he soaked it in the sink (when did he fill it up?) and spent a moment cleaning B4’s face. It was easily one of the highlights in the mornings! It was warm and soft and B4 loved physical affection so he made sure to wiggle about and disrupt Lore as he tried to wash his face so it would take much longer for him to do it ‘properly’, Lore fake groaned whenever B4 moved but he loved it secretly, B4 could tell.
“You’re a menace, you know that?” He smiled, a genuine, beautiful, godly smile that made B4 stay still just to take it in - Lore took advantage of the moment while B4 was distracted to quickly dry his face.
“You love this menace” Lore rolled his eyes before sighing, B4 giggled and grinned.
“Someone has to get you ready in the morning, and it’s not gonna be Data now is it” Data loved B4, but that was different to how Lore loved him - Lore did a lot of things different to Data. One of them was that Data didn’t really like physical contact with anyone except Geordi - even Lore and B4 were included in this so if Data got B4 ready in the morning there wouldn’t; be as many hugs or kisses and that would suck. Even though they looked very similar, B4 could never understand how other people got Lore and Data confused so often, because he could tell the difference between the two just by listening to their breathing (maybe it was a brother thing, or because he knew them both so well?) He had been told by random people on the ship that he wasn’t supposed to love Lore like he did - something about him being a ‘bad person’ - but how could he not when Lore looked at him like T H A T every morning?
Lore put all the cleaning things away and moved behind B4 to brush his hair. B4 wasn’t sure why everyone liked his hair so much, apparently it was ‘fluffy’ and ‘curly’ which was very nice to touch and look at. Lore tried to give the impression he did not care much for it, but B4 was sure he once broke someone’s hand when they had accidentally pulled at B4’s hair causing him to wince in pain slightly - actually, he was positive that Lore had done that. Even though Lore would spend the time brushing B4’s hair back in the similar way he and Data had theirs slicked back, it wouldn’t last long and it usually immediately started to curl and bounce everywhere, a prominent section always dangling in the centre of his face that never stayed back. He didn’t mind it being messy, Lore was just happy it was ‘tangle and mess free’, Data sometimes complained that it looked messy but was always told to shut up by Lore, who would tell them it was fine. When he was done, Lore walked around to the front of B4 and twirled the section in front of his face in his fingers, he ran the same hand down the side of B4’s face until it rested under his chin, using it to tilt it up so B4 was looking him in the face, leaning forward to press his lips against B4’s.
He always liked Lore taking control, it was…endearing? Attractive! Very much so, even more so as he moved so both his hands were tangled in B4’s hair and pulled at it so he had no choice but to lean up and moan into the kiss. Lore took advantage and capture his lower lip in his own, biting down on the sensitive skin just enough to cause B4 to whine at the pain, but not enough to leave any marks (he’d practiced this a lot and apparently had it down to a ‘fine art’, so people wouldn’t look at B4 covered head to toe in bruises and think Lore was beating him, because they often did for some reason?) While Lore’s attention seemed fully taken by exploring and tasting every part of his mouth, B4 grabbed his hips and dragged Lore so was sitting on his lap (much comfier, since he didn’t have to keep leaning up to kiss him) Lore moaned into his mouth as he grinded himself down onto B4’s lower half.
Oh it was lovely, it always was - even if they ended up fucking a few dozen times a day - it was bliss every time.
Lore’s and Data’s subroutines were more complicated and advanced than his own - he once heard someone jokingly say they were ‘programmed in multiple techniques’ and “fully functional”. As such Lore was amazing at everything to do with sex - and also because he was aggressive, commanding and seemed to enjoy hurting B4 more than he enjoyed the pain (apparently it was called ‘macocism’ when you enjoyed pain during sex, which was a hard word to remember and even harder spell). Lore was also more than ok with B4 just laying there and doing nothing while he did whatever he wanted with him and often encouraged it by tying or cuffing him up - which was good because when the subroutine was active he really couldn’t do anything else besides be very vocal as it took up almost all of processing power (Lore once called him a ‘spoiled pillow princess’, whatever that means). And also because B4 just liked Lore taking over and doing whatever he wanted anyway. Lore could be described as… very ‘horny’, so B4 woke up sometimes in the middle of the night with Lore leaning over him, stopped in the turbolift or the hallways and dragged back from wherever he was to their quarters for some alone time, or just… to somewhere slightly hidden and out of sight. He never complained, because he enjoyed having sex with Lore far too much to say no - no matter when or where it was, much to Data’s very vocal disappointment whenever they caught the two.
A few minutes later, after a very flustered Lore had redone his own hair, and gotten redressed (he stripped so he didn’t get his uniform ‘dirty’), he washed B4’s now… messy torso down with another (How many do they really need?) small towel, before dragging him back into the bedroom where he finally got B4 dressed into his day clothes.
It took a while for Lore to help him get into his clean clothes for the day, consisting of a clean pair of underwear, a grey shirt and the blue jumpsuit. The daytime ones had ‘buttons’ on the front, which is what took more time for him to do up, Lore then made him sit back down on the bed and proceeded to put on his socks and shoes (the socks were covered in the little smiley faced flowers and were pink, the shoes were trainers with fuzzy sticky straps to keep them on his feet… velcro! Yes, velcro straps). Thankfully this gave himself enough time to calm down a little bit, well at least to try - he really could go for another round.
“Well then I’d say you’re looking gorgeous as always” Lore helped B4 stand up, gave a kiss to his cheek and led him into the main living area. He led B4 over to the main bit and sat him down on the sofa before handing him a pad with some of B4’s favourite games on it - his favourite was Minecraft and he was currently building a replica of the Enterprise in it so he opened it up and worked on that. Lore came back a few minutes later with B4’s morning milkshake (Vanilla flavoured!!), and B4 spent a while sipping it slowly while building the frames that would become the nacelles. Lore leaned against his arm next to him on the sofa tapping away at his own pad - B4 asked and apparently it was ‘work shit’ for startography (is that the right word?) Lore did not officially work there, but he liked the map room better than the bridge and worked there whenever he could (apparently they were always short staffed and were more than happy to have his help), it seemed to calm him because it was always so quiet down there as opposed to the bridge.
When B4 had finished his drink, he handed it to Lore who walked over and placed it in the replicator to clean the cup, before placing it back on the shelf with the others (there was a different coloured cup for each flavour, obviously, sorted via rainbow).
“It is time to go now?” B4 didn’t want to go, he wanted to stay here forever playing games and listening to Lore ramble about maps.
“It is rather tragic isn’t it, but fear not, for you only have school until half 12ish, then you’re spending the rest of the day with Deanna after for your weekly meet up with her, then we shall be reunited for you for force me to watch the muppets, again” He was?!? He loved Deanna! She was nice and friendly and she talked to him a lot, she would take him to her office and they would colour and talk and it made B4 feel happy because even if he talked about sad things she would listen and give good advice. He stood up and took Lore’s hand, excited to begin the day.
“School, Deanna, Lore - a very good day!” B4 smiled and Lore smiled and he reached up to kiss him again, slowly, gently stroking his face in a way that made B4 question if they had time for another round, Lore quickly pulled away and dragged him towards the door (so that was a no, disappointing).
While they walked through the hallways, Lore talked about his schedule for the day - apparently the ship was docked for some ‘maintenance’ so the only thing he had to do at the helm was sit there and make sure the ship didn’t decide to run off on its own. B4 listened with great care, Lore liked talking and B4 was the only one who ever really listened to him - not like he was complaining, he much preferred to have all of Lore’s attention (sometimes when they were visiting different stations or planets, random people would attempt to ‘flirt’ with H I S Lore… so he’d glare at them until they took the hint and left him alone, which Lore always said was ‘adorable’).
As they walked the hallway, some of the people walking by bumped into Lore and laughed as they walked away, a few more whispered as they went by, a few more said a few things out loud - B4 didn’t hear what was said, but Lore did not look impressed with whatever it was.
They got into the lift…turbolift (?) and Lore ordered it to take them to the right floor where the school was located. He seemed… bothered by the comments, looking down at the floor with a frown on his face. B4 freed his hand from Lore’s and wrapped his arm instead around Lore’s shoulder and pulled him close to his side for the rest of the ride. He really didn’t understand why everyone else hated Lore so much. B4 looked down at him and saw the most beautiful, perfect, being in the whole universe, his entire reason for being alive and not still trapped in a box somewhere, his everything.
His k i n g.
His g o d.
If he had done bad things before, B4 was sure whoever they were deserved it anyway - ESPECIALLY papa (as much as he loved him, he was mean)
He pressed a kiss to Lore’s forehead just before the lift opened and Lore grabbed his hand and led him down another series of hallways, ignoring all the glares and whispers this time.
It always amazed B4 how big the Enterprise was, it felt like a entire planet sometimes and he was glad Lore was there to guide him places because the times he was on his own he would just got lost (it would take Lore no time at all to find him and take him back home and wrap him up in his favourite blankets and stay with him and cuddle him to help calm him down)
They arrived at the ship’s school and Lore stood outside the door a moment, taking a deep breath before walking inside. (Lore hated talking to people, especially the parents and teachers) they were greated by the Vulcan teacher that B4 totally knew the name of, who walked over to greet them. They were in charge of B4’s care for the entire time he was there, as he needed ‘one on one care’, which meant he had her full attention all day.
“Good morning B4, I see you are in high spirits today, are you excited to spend some time with the children today?” He was, he nodded excitedly.
“Very good, it will be nice for you to socialise with more…” She looked over at Lore, he was sure there was a slight hint of hatred in her eyes as she spoke again “Acceptable people”
“Rude, Deanna’s picking him up at I don’t know the time, so send his behaviour report to my email and I’ll throw it in the trash out of your sight this time so you don’t get all offended”
“That…you are supposed to read them, they provide useful and important information about B4’s behaviour and schooling from the day - you are not listening at all are you” She looked over at Lore, definitely angry this time as he was looking elsewhere in the room, B4 looked over and saw he was staring at some of the posters on the wall.
“No, I’m not” Lore turned to B4, pulling him into a hug. “Sorry to leave you with miss grumpy over there, I’m sure you’ll have a great day though and I’ll see you this evening ok?” He kissed B4’s cheek, the teacher turned away.
“Ok! Love you!!” B4 planted a kiss on his cheek, Lore whispered it back into his ear, quietly so no one else but B4 could hear it, and then left the room without saying goodbye to anyone else.
She took his hand and led him into the main classroom, today he was to be sat with the youngest children in the school’s care - which according to a conversation Lore was not supposed to tell him about, was on par with how they saw B4 mentally, which was around 5 or 6 (Lore had told him this because he came back from the ‘parent-teacher’ meeting fuming with anger after hearing it, going on a several hour long rant about how it was untrue) sure, he WAS a bit slow and bad at remembering things, but even he could tell he was at least TWICE their age! Maybe even more! B4 did not mind spending time with the little ones though, they were excitable and happy, and it wasn’t like he didn’t get to spend time with the older children as well, but those days were boring and mostly focused on actually learning as opposed to playing in the garden and napping. He was led over and sat down on the central mat with the children and after the main teacher had made sure everyone was there and introduced him to those who asked who ‘the big kid was’, he spent a while answering lots of questions about himself and his brothers as these were kids he’d not met before (different days, different kids at the school, to ‘keep the classes small’)
“Is it true you don’t sleep?” One of the children asked.
“I do, I need to otherwise I get tired, but I don’t think Data and Lore need to, Data says dreaming makes him feel human so they sleep everyday, Lore says sleeping makes him feel dead so he doesn’t sleep often”
“Why do you have such weird names?” A second one asked.
“Those are nicknames, our real names are weirder - Lore’s is actually L0-R3 and Data’s is D4-T4”
“Does that make your nickname Ba? Cause your is B4” The same one.
“No, just B”
“How come you kiss your brother?” The third asked.
“Because I love him” Giggles erupted, a few ‘ewwwwww’ and ‘gross’ were said.
“Why is Lore so short?” The same one as before.
“He got thrown into space and that squished him, that’s why he’s so angry all the time”
“How come you’re not as smart as Data and Lore” A fourth asked.
“Because…um, I think my brain is built wrong”
“That’s sad” The same one who asked.
“Maybe, but if it was built right then they might expect me to actually do work on the ship instead of spending the day here, I much prefer spending the day here where I don’t have to work as much”
“That’s true, we have a garden and story time” The same again.
“I spoke to Mr Data once about his work and it sounded really boring!” The first child.
“It isn’t boring for them”
“How come they let Lore drive the ship if he’s insane?” The fifth one asked, repeated by several others.
“He’s not insane”
“My mummy said he’s insane, he’s killed lots of people and he needs to be locked up forever and ever”
That’s not-
“I heard he killed your dad, is that true?’
He’s not-
“I heard he sneaks around the ship at night and EATS people!!”
Shutupshutup-
“Well then children, how about we visit the holodeck for some outside playtime? I’m sure Mr B4 will answer more questions later as long as they are appropriate ” B4 sighed in relief hearing this, she led the class of 7 children and B4 to the school holodeck, which was setup to provide an outdoor playground for them to run around in.
B4 laid on the grass and picked some flowers, trying to make them into a flower crown as he saw some of the kids do before. After a while his teacher came and sat next to him, she sat in silence for a while, before placing a completed daisy crown on his head.
“I apologise for the children’s…less than polite questioning, despite opinions on Lore, it is rude of them to talk about him in such a way to you, rest assured they will be reminded of his current work towards being a better person than his past allowed to him to be” B4 sighed, it was awful, he wanted people to treat Lore nicely, and instead they talked about him behind his back and talked shit about him to their fucking kids-
“Perhaps you would like to go inside and spend some time colouring? The children can be quite loud when outside playing” She held his hands and removed the squished flowers from them (when? how?) He didn't really care what she did, so when she stood up and led him back inside, he followed. She sat him down at one of the tables and then returned with his colouring book and pencils (she always seemed to have them nearby). They sat in silence while B4 continued to colour in the planet known as ‘Mercury’ which was from the same systems and the humans home planet of ‘Earth’, he started it the other day. It helped calm him down, thanks to Geordi he was getting better at understanding and remembering things, he didn’t shut down nearly as often, but he still didn’t understand why everyone hated Lore so much - he’d been bad but he was trying to be good now, wasn’t that enough?
“Do you… think Lore is mean?” He put down his pencil and looked over to her, her eyebrows went down as she thought for a moment before speaking.
“He is mean B4” Oh. “But that does not mean he is less deserving of respect or kindness from others, he is mean because of his troubled past, not because he genuinely hates people or is a bad person at heart, so it is not fair to treat him rudely, he is trying to not be mean, even I can can see that”
“You don’t like him”
“I find his emotions…distracting” Oh right, Vulcans had that whole ‘emotionless’ thing in their culture. “They are often overwhelming, but otherwise I have no negative feelings one way or another about him”
“Oh” B4 thought for a moment “Are my emotions overwhelming?” He’d been told his emotions were as ‘unpredictable’ as Lore’s, but since his were often positive, they were more acceptable so no one ever complained (should they though?)
“Sometimes they are, but I care for you and wish for your happiness so it is acceptable” She gave a small smile at him. “You have other redeeming qualities that make up for your, occasional, lack of control in regards to your emotions, which make you pleasant to spend time with, do not ever think I would spend my days with anyone else”
“You’re nicer than my previous teacher, more…patient, if that’s the right word” She was, she’d been working with him far for a few weeks so far, the previous teacher refused to spend any more time with him after only a week and demanded they replace him with someone else - apparently he was… annoying.
“Thank you B4, now do you wish to continue colouring or shall we join the children outside for a run around?”
“I wanna colour today… they are a bit much right now”
“Acceptable, colouring is much more enjoyable for myself also” She retrieved her own colouring book, but after opening it up she looked over to B4. “B4, you have not been to the bathroom yet, please do so” He sighed and did so, then came back to continue colouring for a while longer. (He had one accident at school because he was distracted, and no teacher since then had let him forget it).
They spent a few hours doing so, talking about the human’s solar system and the history of Vulcan/Human space travel (apparently, Vulcan’s were the first alien race to contact Earth, and they then helped them further develop their spaceships to explore the galaxy). After a while, the children came back inside with the other teacher, who sat them back on the main carpet for a maths lesson, B4 remained where he was while they talked numbers (he hated numbers).
When it was nap time the main teacher called over and asked if B4 wanted to join for some quiet story time. Of course he did, so he walked over after his teacher had given him his blanket (where does she keep all of his things? Secret pockets?) she followed him over and sat down next to him when he laid on the floor around the circle. The teacher in the centre read about ‘Beauty and the Beast’, which was one of his favourites, the grumpy beast reminded him of Lore, he liked the idea of himself being the princess. He fell asleep at some point, being woken up some time later by his teacher shaking his shoulder slightly, stating it was lunch time now. B4 didn’t need another milkshake until evening, so he sat outside on the grass and she showed him how to properly make a flower crown (she had taken the one she made off him before he went to nap and had stored it carefully next to the school’s pet hamster’s cage)
Some time later Deanna appeared and walked towards them. B4 had only managed to make a pile of flowers in front of him, no crowns, but that was ok as he had fun watching the teacher make a crown for each of the children while she carefully explained the process over and over.
“Well hello, I see you’ve been busy sweetie” she knelt to sit in front of him, picking up one of the flowers and inspecting it (it wasn’t real, it was fake, like everything else, he wanted to get real flowers, to make a real flower crown)
“Indeed, B4 has so far answered many questions from the children, attempted a flower crown, done some colouring in, napped and attempted flower crowns again” B4 nodded, it had been a good day. “He has made good progress on his hand to eye coordination, almost succeeding in the second flower crown attempt”
“That’s wonderful B, I’m sure you’ll get it eventually’ Deanna smiled and stood up. “But we have to be getting going, you’re due in my office in 5 minutes” she held out her hand, and after he took hold of it, helped him up to stand next to her, his teacher joined them as they walked back into the classroom towards the main exit.
“I hope the rest of your day is pleasant B4, it was, as always, a joy to spend time with you this morning” She smiled and did the Vulcan hand salute thing, B4 did his best to return it before they all said goodbye and Deanna walked him out of the door.
They walked down the hallways to her office talking about B4’s day until he heard a familiar breathing and low humming of mechanical systems in the hallway to the right of the upcoming junction. They walked past quickly but B4 ran and caught up Data, picking them up and swirling them around a few times.
“Data!!” He shouted, Data winced but otherwise seemed ok with the hug, they usually weren’t! Deanna came up behind him and asked that B4 put Data down with a smile and a laugh.
“Good afternoon brother, I see you are in good spirits today” Data spoke between heavy breaths, did he hurt them? If he did, Data didn’t mention it… anyway.
“I am!! Today my teacher showed me how to make a flower crown and then we did some colouring and then we took a nap and she read Beauty and the Beast, it’s my favourite because the grumpy beast always remind of Lore and…”
He continued for a bit before he realised Data wasn’t listening, were they?
“AND I have a special present for Lore coming today so I’m extra excited!!” He did, as Lore called them, his ‘happy jazz hands’ and spun around a few times while he spoke of Lore’s gift. “Mr Worf helped me order it specially for Lore and it took AGES to get it right because I wanted it to be as pretty and perfect as Lore is!!”
He was certain Data did not fully approve of his and Lore’s relationship, but unlike some people on the ship, they were nice about it and didn’t make rude comments - they went on double dates every week with Geordi and Lore which was nice, because B4 liked Geordi a lot (because he was married to Data, it made him B4’s ‘brother-in-law’ which was amazing because it meant more family!!)
“That’s wonderful B4, I’m sure he’ll love it, but I must leave to my duties now so please excuse me” Data left quickly, but they were in charge of a lot of important things around the ship (they were ‘Chief of Operation’… he thinks so anyway, something like that) which meant they were always really busy during work hours - lots of organising and telling people what to do.
“Bye Data!!”
“A pleasant day to you both” Deanna bid her farewell and she and B4 continued on towards her office, when they arrived she gave him a lollipop and sat him down on the big plush chair (he loved it, it was comfy!!).
Notes:
Notes: B4 and Lore have been ‘together’ for about 9 months according to B4 and 3 months according to Lore who is clueless - both are hyper active and never ending, my theory is that the android bros have endless psychical stamina so it comes down to mentally wearing them out in bed - B spends time in school either just vibing or actually working towards his sick bay certificate so he’ll eventually be allowed to work there and have a reason to finally get his own uniform - data loves b4, they love Lore, they find it weird the love they have for each other, Geordi doesn’t care as he gets to spend time with all 3 - Deanna meets up with B4 and Lore weekly at a minimum to make sure they’re ok so b4 doesn’t have a breakdown and Lore doesn’t kill anyone)
Chapter 3: Lore’s Day
Summary:
Lore’s day as he spends far too much time babysitting B4, has fun adventures with a mental breakdown because my god what’s he even doing with his life, as well as the intense adventures of piloting a parked ship.
Notes:
Warning for descriptions of self harm, mild smut, Lore being an ass in general and people being an ass to Lore
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Lore spent the night reading through some new Betazed papers on the effects of physical contact in the aid of anxiety disorders to help calm and relieve symptoms… for no particular reason, he just thought they were… interesting, useless, but interesting (B4 seemed to be developing anxiety when it came to his ability to remember things, because it was frustrating him to have to keep being told things he swore he already knew and Lore had zero clue as to how to be comforting in these situations)
His alarm went off at 5, he jumped down from his bed alcove, throwing his pad to whoever the fuck it decided to land and walked over to his wardrobe to retrieve the days uniform.
His room was as such; entrance door on one wall, to the left was a wall-to-wall floor-to-ceiling bookshelf that was now completely full of his collection (he liked actual books, and tried to get his hands on any and all he could find during the ship's travels). In front of the door on the other side of the room was the door to the bathroom, to the left of that was a triple wardrobe with his clothes in - a set of 7 shelves for his uniforms, and all his nicer casual clothes hanging up - on the other side of the door was a set of drawers that held his less nice clothes (mostly pajamas, socks, underwear ect). The room didn’t have a window so the right wall from the door had his bed on it - sticking out of the wall about 7 feet in the air (ceiling was about 10ft because of course the ship had unnecessarily high ceiling for the drama), underneath the bed was more shelves and tubs containing more books - these were his own books. He had several hundred thick leather bound notebooks he filled (he had an average of filling 1 up every week) with notes, drawings, printed photos and whatever else he could on whatever subject he was obsessing over at the time.
His bed was a single, to make sure was left alone at night in his personal ‘cave’, with a black curtain he could pull over and hide behind. Mostly, he half laid - half sat in bed reading and writing, or sometimes watching old tv shows and movies. Visual media like tv shows/movies were interesting because Lore could read a several hundred thousand page book in less than a nanosecond, but he couldn’t watch a movie or tv show any quicker than it could be played - so it often was his way of relaxing and trying to take his mind off things - he was currently in the middle of a old tv show called ‘Sherlock’ by a very old tv company called ‘BBC’, it was an adaptation of the novels, and was so far mildly ok and a okish adaptatione (he was halfway through season 1).
In the wardrobe, he had one shelf for each day’s clothes, with everything labelled and folded perfectly on them all - alongside the day's underwear, socks and shoes (a normal thing to do, he was sure, probably). Stripping down, he threw the night’s ‘sleepwear’ (he didn’t sleep, but B4 insisted he wear them at night) into the pile with the previous night’s, and got himself dressed. He stood in front of the full-length mirror on the inner door of the wardrobe for a moment to make sure his uniform was all smooth and tucked in - he still did not understand why the trousers to be ‘crisp’ and the shirt and jacket to be tucked in, but to be fair, who cares - his small rebellion was to leave the jacket undone slightly and to ‘pop’ the collar (both of which pissed Data off greatly, and made himself laugh even more).
He walked over to the small bathroom adjacent to his bedroom, it only had a shower/sink in it because that was all he needed, the rest of the space (where the bathtub/toilet had been) was taken up with a few stacks of plastic tubs filled with a small collection of books as he didn’t have anywhere else to put them currently - he HAD put in a request for more bookshelves in his bedroom, as the ones he had were full, and was still waiting for an answer because apperently Lore needed permission to do literally fucking anything on this stupid ship.
On the shelf above the sink were a few things to make himself look less… ‘dead’ and ‘presentable’ as Data had so kindly put it when they gave them the small bag of ‘toiletries’ (Lore wasn’t sure when Data became such a sass, but it was funny so he couldn’t even be mad). It was a semi largish bag, black with a print on the front depicting a human skeleton laying down - Lore cursed Data for quickly picking up on his aesthetic and actually giving him a good gift but was secretly happy they had noticed the overall gothy vibe he was going for in his room and was even more happy they put in the effort to make it so the bag matched it.
He took his time to properly (least he feel Data’s wrath at Lore being anything less than ‘clean’) brush his teeth, nearly choke himself on mouthwash then wash his face and neck down with the washcloth. He spent a good 5 minutes in the morning doing his hair and makeup because that’s the only important thing really. The hair was to make sure Data wouldn’t take it upon themselves to do it when Lore didn’t (nothing made Lore more upset than this, Data had stopped the turbolift and ‘tidied’ up Lore’s hair on several occasions, he did not like anyone touching his hair), and the make up was just eyeliner, eye shadow and enough foundation to hide (most) of the deep purple bags that seemed to permanently sag under his eyes - Soong, for all his annoyances, had done a really good job at mimicking physical human traits in their bodies, and that was why Lore always looked like he hadn’t slept in 30 years. (because he hadn’t, never a full night's sleep anyway)
When that was done he left his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him, and walked to the other side of the shared quarters to where B4’s bedroom was.
Don’t tell anyone, he loved him, a lot. He wasn’t giddy with joy every morning when he saw B4’s little sleepy eyes open up and brighten up at the sight of him. He hated the hugs, and the love, and the affection. All of it. Yup. Totally. Everyone knew this, their ‘relationship’ wasn’t exactly a secret with how loudly B4 seemed to loudly proclaim his love for Lore. But he was still… he felt weird about it, not entirely used to such positive emotions - especially how intense B4’s were towards himself. B4 looked at Lore like he was the god of the universe himself, knelt at his feet like he was worshipping and hugging him with enough force to snap the Enterprise in half.
He opened the door and prepared himself for the tsunami that was most likely inside for him to deal with. He did a scan of the room, and found B4 was… not there.
Fuck.
“Worf, B’s on the loose again” Lore tapped his badge as he grabbed B4’s favourite blanket off the bed and walked into the corridor to look for the idiot. (It was a single sized blue coloured blanket with a print that consisted of botanical flowers and crops all over it - that their mother had bought him on one of their day’s out together - Lore W A S N O T invited, as apperently ONLY B4 and Data were ‘her actual sons’ - it was his favourite and always calmed him down when the idiot got stressed.
“I have security teams searching for him now, I shall update you if they find him” Was Worf’s response a few minutes later “You need to lock your doors at night Lore” He sounded annoyed but it was joking, they did this at least 3 times a week at this point.
“If you can find a lock that fucker can’t break, I’ll gladly lock him up, but otherwise I’m not replacing the door every time he decides to wander around the ship at night” Worf laughed through the combadge, Lore held back his laugh but wished him luck in his search.
B4, was a sleepwalker, clearly a bad one as well.
Every night, B4 was put into what Lore called ‘Baby Sleep Time’ and what Data called ‘B4’s Maintenance, Diagnostics and Repair Program’, which basically ran through a high level diagnostics program and repaired or restored anything that was reported out of the ordinary the night before. It was a pain, taking a whole .46 seconds for Lore to look through the report and set up the program for the following night, but it kept the man alive so it was, slightly, worth it.
Data, to make sure B4 didn’t stop the program midway through and fuck his already shitty programming up even more, had modified their own dream program to work within B4’s matrix to keep him asleep (Lore’s dream program was fucked too severely to use, only ever giving nightmares). To their surprise, especially since neither Data or even Lore did this, B4 first started talking in his sleep, then moving, then Data was woken up by B4 climbing into their bed one night, then they found him walking the corridors - scaring the shit out of a few dozen crew members who were trying, and failing, to wake him up. This continued despite efforts to stop the strange behaviour so several times a week, Lore had to call up Worf to commence the baby-search.
And frankly, after B4 had broken through 5 doors and 10 solid duranium locks, he’d given up trying to keep him locked up in his bedroom for the night.
Lore walked the deck twice, searching through the most easily accessible places for B4 to have gotten into, before Worf finally commed him with good news.
“He is in shuttle bay 3 Lore, apparently he found space underneath one of the computer stations to sleep, the crew are keeping their distance as normal while ensuring he stays there”
“Perfect. thanks” With speed, Lore charged his way through the corridors and into the turbolift to head down to the shuttle bay, thankfully the ship was empty this time of morning as most of the crew woke up around 6, and didn’t start working until 7 or 8. ‘Ensuring he stays there’ required a level 10 force field around the idiot, which if he walked into would only stun him and prevent him from going any further. Why? Because he had about twice the strength of Lore and Data, and the grace of a Klingon targ (which was 0). Awake, he was barely able to stop himself from accidentally breaking people’s bones when he hugged them or smashing holes in everything he hit when he got excited. So when he was asleep it was basically a death sentence to try and go near him - Worf had to lie in sick bay for the whole day when he had discovered this himself when he was smashed through several walls and gracefully landed in someone’s kitchen.
The turbolift doors opened and he ran down the corridor into the shuttle bay, shoving aside the security team that surrounded the force field.
“Drop the field” It was an order, Lore was technically the lowest ranking member of the crew, but that made no difference to the ensigns who were all convinced he would kill them if they disobeyed him (he probably would to be fair… well, he’d at least think about it). He walked over to the computer station, trying not to laugh at the sound of snoring, before kneeling down in front of it to look at the bundle underneath.
B4 was curled up into the corner, arms wrapped around his knees, head leaning on his shoulder, looking very adorable as he snored with his mouth open, drooling onto his pajamas. Lore just laughed at the absolute absurd situations B4 always seemed to get himself into before wrapping the blanket he bought with him around B4’s shoulders pulling him out from underneath the computer station. When he was out, Lore adjusted the blanket so he was warm and easily picked him up bridal style, where B4 as always nuzzled his face into Lore’s neck while he carried him out of shuttlebay back home (thankfully the ship was empty this time of day so no one but the security team ever saw this, if anyone else did Lore was sure to die of embarrassment).
They got back into the quarters without B4 moving anymore thankfully - he had once wiggled his way out of Lore’s arms and it took ages to drag him back because he was dead set on going literally anywhere else but back to bed. Lore was easily able to place him back into bed and tuck him in underneath his actual duvets, the time was now 5:47 so he just… sat on the bed and waited for B4 to wake up. He was dead asleep from 11pm to 6am every night, no amount of red alerts could wake him, so Lore waited as he did every morning, sitting down next to B4 on the bed, just kind of… watching him. It brought him a sense of peace, calmly stroking his face while B4 slept - it reminded him of a cat, he liked cats (don't tell Data).
At exactly 6 am on the dot, as always, B4 started to stir. Lore hid his smile when he saw B4’s eyes opening up, before he rolled over and tried to pull the covers over himself to go back to sleep. Lore grabbed his arm and rolled him back before using both hands to pull B4 up so he was sitting up against the headboard. B4’s eyes were still closed so Lore moved his hands to gently hold his face, stroking gently until B4’s eyes opened fully and looked at him. Lore tried not to fall in love with the idiot every morning, but when someone looks at you like you’re their entire universe, it’s… difficultlt.
“Morning sleepyhead, can’t go back to sleep sadly, you’re already late waking up” He wasn’t, but Lore said that every morning so he wouldn’t try to get Lore to lay down with him ‘for just 5 more minutes pleeeaaaase’ - this nearly always meant both of them laying in bed for the rest of the day as Lore psychically couldn’t escape the idiots death hugs, and once he had Lore in bed he rarely let him go. B4 leaned forward and rested his head on Lore’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around him for the morning hug. Lore allowed this as it gave him time to run through the night’s report, and it gave B4 time to wake up properly and he also because fucking LOVED it. He picked up the pad from the nightstand, running his hand along B4’s back as he read last night’s report and altered the program for the following night.
“Well, apart from the fact that the naps you take in the day are distrusting your sleep, your diagnostics last night didn’t report anything out of the ordinary, so you’re good to begin the day” With this he put the pad down, giving B4 one last squeeze before standing up and retrieving the day’s clothes from the nearby wardrobe. Since it was Lore who organised B4’s stuff, his wardrobe was the same as Lore’s, with a shelf for each day containing the days clothes, for B4 this was underwear, socks, shows, a grey shirt and a blue jumpsuit, all labelled with the day so even B4 couldn’t get them mixed up. It was Tuesday, so he grabbed the stack of clothes and walked back over to where B4 was trying his best to pull his pajama shirt off.
The baby had recently insisted that they then had to wear matching pajamas (because it’s ‘cute’) and Lore refused to wear jumpsuits they had agreed on a pair of plain black jogging bottoms and whatever horrid pattern B4 had picked out that night for the t-shirt - last night was a pair of shirts that B4 and Geordi had spent the day ‘tye-dying’, it… was fairly decent, a rainbow kaleidoscope design that wasn’t the worst thing Lore had seen, but he was very grateful that no one ever saw him wearing them. B4 was currently stuck with his arms above his head, as always, in his attempt to undress himself. Lore placed the clothes on the bed and helped him get undressed before dragging him into the bathroom - clean the baby first then get him dressed.
B4’s was actually a bathroom - with a tub large enough to lay down and drown yourself in, a toilet and a small chair and table near the sink so Lore could better take care of the idiot (he had re-designed both their bathrooms after a few months on board to better suit their needs). He sat him down on the chair and pulled out his ‘toiletry’ bag B4 had received as a gift from Data, and proceeded with his morning care routine. His bag was the same size as Lore’s own he had gotten from Data, but was rainbow colours and covered in stars and smiley faced planets because B4 was a baby and his aesthetic could be described as ‘rainbow barf’. Lore didn’t really give a shit about himself, taking the littlest time possible to get himself ready in the mornings. But B4, he cared about B4, and he spent extra time in the morning making sure he was pampered and left the bathroom looking like he was freshly built.
Impressively, B4 only whined and tried to break free of Lore’s grasp twice when he brushed his teeth, which was less than average so today was already looking good. He had to force B4 to use the mouthwash, he nearly threw it up when he (as always) nearly swallowed it. He turned to face Lore, who held back his laughter and wiped the dripping mouthwash of B4’s chin before filling up the sink with warm soapy water and spent a good 11 minutes trying to get the fucker to sit still while he washed him up. He swore B4 fidgeted on purpose so Lore would have to take longer fussing him in the mornings - and he didn’t play along every morning while hiding his smile the whole time at how adorable it was.
“You’re a menace, you know that?” Lore let out a genuine smile, B4’s eyes widened and he stared up at him for a while, completely lost in it - Lore loved how easy it was to completely stun B4, and took the chance to grab a towel and dry his face off, in between Lore’s hands and the fluffy towel, B4 mumbled.
“You love this menace” Lore rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Someone has to get you ready in the morning, and it’s not going to be Data now is it” Data had tried, as had others, when Lore was unavailable in the mornings for one reason or another, and everyone complained how much B4 hated them doing it (‘it’s Lore’s job’ - he would let Deanna or Geordi do it, but no one else was allowed to even go near him in the mornings). He put all the shit away, grabbing the hair brush and moving behind B4 to try and attempt to tame the bird nest on his head.
Thankfully, Soong had used synthetic hair with Lore and Data, but B4’s legit, actual (replicated) hair was a fucking nightmare to deal with. Constantly knotty, never staying in any style they had tried, it curled like its life depended on it and Lore swore if it could it would eat the hairbrush for laughs just to piss him off. It was awful and Lore made sure to spend extra time on it because of how much he hated running his hands through it every morning. He did attempt to get it to at least try and stay back into a similar style to his and Data’s - and failing miserably every time as it quickly bounced back, but it was tangle and shit free so it was fine (it would last an hour before becoming a mess again, he’d have to re-brush it later)
He walked around the front of B4, taking note of the one section that seemed to love dangling in front of his face at all times, twirling it in his fingers and getting distracted from what he was doing when he looked down and caught B4’s eyes again, smiling at how adorable B4 looked when looking up at him. Lore ran his hand down the side of B4’s face, smoothing down his sideburns and tracing along his jawline before grabbing his chin between his thumb and finger, lifting it up more so Lore could more easily bend down and press their lips together.
God it was fucking heaven, B4 was soft, much softer than he had any right to be, he was… well he just let Lore do whatever he wanted, a smile on his face no matter what fucked up shit Lore decided to do. He worshiped Lore like a god and it was what he lived for, and what is a god but kind to his most devout servant?
Lore pressed both hands on the back of B4’s head, forgetting that he just brushed the idiot's hair and messing it up again when he pulled at it just enough to make B4 moan underneath him. He took the chance to deepen the kiss, sucking and biting down his B4’s lower lip - he’d got it down to a fine art, how much pressure to apply so it would hurt like hell but didn’t leave any visible marks (he preferred to leave those elsewhere, where only he could see them and he didn’t get pulled into ANOTHER meeting with Deanna on ‘abusive relationships’). Forcing his tongue into B4’s mouth to run over every part of him, Lore was addicted to how the older android tasted, how he smelled, how he whimpered beneath him and begged for more. Data thought he was ‘abusive’, and that their relationship ‘was not healthy’, which… it wasn’t. Definitely not, but it was fun, my god was it fun.
Lore felt strong hands grab his hips and drag him onto B4’s lap, both of them groaning into the other’s mouth as Lore began a steady rhythm of grinding himself down on B4’s crotch.
Ok he got carried away, fair, and they’d made a mess over B4’s torso that he now had to clean up. First, he got redressed (because after the first few times, he learned quickly to strip down so he didn’t have to clean his uniform a hundred times a day whenever one of them got horny - which was… a lot), then he spent some time redoing his own hair that B4 seemed to take great pride in messing up every time they made out. Then he spent even more time, once again, cleaning up the big baby, who loved the attention and extra fuss and made cleaning him up more difficult than it needed to be.
When they were both cleaned up and presentable, Lore dragged B4 back to the bedroom to finally dress him for the day.
‘Well then I’d say you’re looking gorgeous as always” Lore helped B4 stand up after he was dressed, resting his hands on the idiots shoulders looking up into his eyes, trying not to think of how adorable he was post orgasm - his cheeks were still flush a deep yellow, his heart rate still hadn’t calmed down and he looked down at Lore through half lidded eyes with pure happiness behind them. Lore, much to his annoyance, had to tiptoe up to plant one more kiss on his cheek before quickly dragging him into the living area. Lore shoved him down on the sofa, handing him one of his pads that Geordi had filled with his favourite games and walked over to the small kitchen area to calm down and make the baby’s breakfast.
The biofluid that ran throughout their entire systems function as a one-size-fits-all replacements for all fluids in a human's body; blood, sweat, tears, ect. Data and Lore’s fluid recycled itself when needed, and only needed replacing when it was drained via injuries or other ‘activities’, B4 however, was a bit more simple. The fluids ran throughout his system once, and then got… flushed out (hence the toilet), so it needed to be replaced twice a day via as B4 had started calling them, his ‘milkshakes’ that Geordi had made specially for him, flavoured, in colour coded tumblr flasks for each flavour (because of course that’s how Lore organised them, it just made sense). He walked back over and gave B4 the drink, who sat on the sofa tapping away on his pad while drinking it,
Lore laid on the sofa with his back to the idiot's arm, reading through the reports from startography. They had received updated maps from the station they were docked at and Lore spent some time looking through them, organising them better and sending off an email pointing out the inaccuracies in them all (his favourite thing to do, piss off Starfleet’s ‘smartest’ scientists). When B4 was finished, he grabbed the empty flask and walked over to clean it in the replicator and put it back on its shelf (with all the other very colourful cups, rainbow ordered).
“Is it time to go now?” God, his little puppy voice was tempting - Lore wanted nothing else but to keep B4 all bundled up in a blanket forever, locked up in his bedroom so no one else could touch him and Lore could have all his attention and love, spoiling him and making sure no one else could even look at him or get anywhere near him.
But, that was ‘weird’, ‘inappropriate’ and ‘possessive’.
“It is rather tragic isn’t it, but fear not, for you only have school until half 12ish, then you’re spending the rest of the day with Deanna after for your weekly meet up with her, then we shall be reunited for you for force me to watch the muppets, again” Thankfully, B4 cheered up at this. For some reason he loved that bitch, he loved talking to her about everything because she was ‘easy to talk to’, of course she was, she could literally read your emotions and was Starfleet’s most qualified counsellor. Lore was neutral on Deanna… she was ok, he just didn’t like talking to people about how he felt, and she was impossible to hide anything from, especially when she could apparently feel his emotions from the other side of the ship. Outside of her counselling, she was actually decent to talk to - she loved ship gossip as much as he did, and they’d spend at least an hour in Ten Forward with Will and Worf every week talking about who was fuckin who in what jeffery tube.
“School, Deanna, Lore - a very good day!” B4 ran over and grabbed his hand, swinging it to the side with a massive grin because of course he was happy, Lore was pretty sure never seen the man sad, he was certain actually that B4 was incapable of feeling sad. He reached up and held B4’s face, running his thumb over his cheek and lips before pulling him down (so Lore didn’t have to reach up too much) and pressing their lips together again. Pulling back he briefly wondered if they had time, but a quick check of his internal clock said they didn’t, so he dragged B4 towards the door before it got out of hand again.
It was a fairly decent walk to the ship's school, giving Lore plenty of time to ramble on about his day and current interests to the only person who ever seemed to care to listen to him. To be honest, the only person Lore ever wanted to listen to him. Sometimes on starbases where people didn’t know Lore, some of the humanoids would try and flirt with him, pretending to find him interesting, (fucking discussing by the way, he was polite because murder was ‘illegal’, even when it came to creeps hitting on you) but he swore he could see B4 glaring at whoever it was until they would awkwardly make and excuse and leave (otherwise no-one talked to him unless it was nessacary). How in the universe anyone found B4 threatening was amusing, and Lore found his protectiveness adorable. He was about to go into a rant on the new navigation system being installed when someone bumped into his shoulder.
He turned and glared but they just laughed and continued walking, well doesn’t that just ruin the day… what were they saying?
“Fucking weirdo, walking the corridors like he own the pla-“
Rude. On the walk to the turbolift, Lore was ‘accidentally’ bumped into 4 more times. He heard 5 “perverts” and 3 “psychos” and 2 variations of “I can’t believe they let him roam the ship, didn’t he wipe out a planet?” being whispered as he walked past people walking the other way. He ignored everything and just kept walking, it didn’t bother him, he’s spent 30 years in pieces on a shelf, 2 years floating in space, god knows how many hyped up on that emotion chi-
“It’s disgusting honestly, pretty sure B4 is like, 4 years old mentally, so Lore treating him like his little fuck doll is gross on so many levels, not just the ince-”
He snapped his head to who had said it, but they just laughed at him and walked away- fuck, fuck. He practically ran and dragged B4 into the nearest turbolift, ordering it to take them to the floor where the school was, trying to calm his breathing and stop himself from spiraling. OK, it was weird, but to be honest anyone fucking a robot was weird like it mattered that they looked similar for fucks sake! And B4 was definitely not a child and he wished for once people would believe him when he said that. B4 was childish, yes, but there’s a difference between having the literal ‘mind of a child’ and just enjoying things people deem childish!!
Plus, it’s really hard to define the age of B4, really. When you consider the time since he was built? He was currently 38. His physical age, since technically they didn’t age? 25, because that’s how all three of them were built. Time actually being active, awake and alive? He was just over… 4… ok, fair, that’s probably where they go the whole ‘mentally a 4 year old’ thing from - but still! That meant technically Lore was only what, 8-10ish? That kind of thing didn’t matter as they aged clearly a lot differently then your average humanoid did.
Also Lore was fucked up, but to be fair, considering the shit he had to put up with it was impressive he wasn’t more so! ‘Control your emotions’ like anyone on this fucking ship could even process the quadrillions upon quadrillions upon QUAD-FUCKING-RILLIONS of thoughts, feelings, sensory inputs, everything!! that flowed through his systems every fucking second of every fucking day. Humans were deemed ‘insane’ when their emotions switched more than a dozen times a second, they could never comprehend the shit that Lore had to deal with on a constant-
He felt an arm wrap around his shoulder, pulling him closer until Lore turned slightly to rest his head on B4’s chest for the remainder of the ride, just… trying to quiet the never ending paranoia and fear the spiraled his thoughts until he was convinced, after only .0024 seconds that everyone on the ship was plotting to throw him out the airlock as soon as his back was turned-
Warm, gentle lips pressed against the top of his head and snapped him out of it with enough time to regrab B4’s hand before the doors opened, making himself presentable and pushing down those stupid emotions to deal with later.
They arrived at the school, and he took a deep breath before walking inside - he hated it here, he hated the parents, he hated the teachers, he hated children most of all, there stupid fucking questions and tiny little bodies running all over the place. They walked into a thankfully pretty empty entrance hallway, being greeted by Mrs Vulcan-whatever - B4’s one to one personal babysitter for the day/
“Good morning B4, I see you are in high spirits today, are you excited to spend some time with the children today?” B4 was, he always looked forward to spending time in the classroom with the ship's kids as opposed to sitting alone studying - he did like studying but obviously naps, colouring and running in the garden were more fun.
“Very good, it will be nice for you to socialise with more…” She looked over at Lore, he raised a brow and she continued to glare. “Acceptable people”
“Rude, Deanna’s picking him up at I don’t know the time, so send his behaviour report to my email and I’ll throw it in the trash out of your sight this time” All of B4’s personal teachers sent him a report of his time with them, what he had said and any progress he made in his work, it was boring and he didn’t care… he sent them to Data who sent Lore back a shortened version he could actually make sense of it. B4 had a sticker chart on the wall in the kitchen back in their quarters - good behaviour, good test results and anything else deemed positive gave him a sticker and, if he filled the chart he got to steal Lore for an evening and torture him with Disney movies and chocolate (he did this at least once a week).
“That…you are supposed to read them, they provide useful and important information about B4’s behaviour and schooling from the day - you are not listening at all are you” Lore got distracted and bored by whatever she was talking about, looking over to the posters that covered the walls - why would they need so many? They weren’t that good, half of them were the same basic concept over and over again.
“No, I’m not” Lore turned to B4, pulling him into a hug, wrapping his arm around the larger man's waist whereas B4 rested his own on Lore’s shoulders. “Sorry to leave you with miss grumpy over there, I’m sure you’ll have a great day though and I’ll see you this evening ok?” He looked up and kissed B4’s cheek, the teacher turned away, like everyone did whenever the two showed any slight hint of affection, because of course they did.
“Ok! Love youuuuu!!” B4 planted a kiss on his cheek, Lore whispered it back into his ear, quietly so no one else but B4 could hear it, and then left the room without saying goodbye to anyone else.
He walked back to the lift, glad that no one else bothered him and waited to get to the bridge. On the next stop he was joined by none other than Riker who was also on bridge duty for the exciting morning of… staring out the window at the station they were docked at.
“Good job on parking us up yesterday by the way” Riker spoke, not looking at Lore but he had a sense of… pride? In his voice.
“Uh, thanks?” Lore… did not know how to take ‘compliments’ as he didn’t get them often.
“Seriously, it’s difficult to do that when you’ve been at the helm for decades, you managed it like it was nothing, of course you’ve got the whole ‘supercomputer as a brain’ thing going on, but still, good job”
Lore turned away and coughed into his hand to his the blush that wasn’t forming on his chee-
“Are you blushing?” How the fuck did he see that?? “Oh my god you are!” Riker turned to face him with a massive shit eating grin on his stupid face, how the fuck did Data like this moron?
“I am not” Now fuck off.
“Aww, but it looks cute on you” Riker pressed his finger against Lore’s nose, he questioned if he could get away with beating the ship's first officer into a coma, thankfully the door opened and Riker exited the lift first, laughing. Laughing at him.
Like everyone fucking did.
His entire exsistence on this fucking ship was a joke.
He walked over and sat down at the helm.
“Don’t get huffy on me Lore, can’t help it that you’re so much fun to tease” Will was still laughing. “It’s good, you’re fun, not as scary to be around now I don’t have to worry about you calling up your crystalline ex or if the rumors on board are to be believed - skinning and eating me in my sleep”
“Lore, do not be offended, Will’s style of humor may come across as rude and brash but it is because of his own insecurities, he uses humor to hide them and direct them at others”
“Worf! Rude, I’m perfectly secure in myself thank you” Riker turned to face the mentioned security officer, they argued back and forth for a bit, Lore wasn’t really listening. He was slowly losing his grip on reality, thinking about what in the universe he was doing sitting here.
He was literally built to be a god, and now he dropped his boyfriend off at school and went to work with colleagues who poked fun at him like he was nothing.
A fucking ENSIGN!
He hadn’t even been given a chance to prove he could do more than that, actually they straight up refused his request to take Starfleet’s final exam so he could be officially classed as an officer - just a lutenuient would be fine! - even after explaining to them that he didn’t need to go to the academy or study for it and he could just do it whenever. He sat around in Ten Forward gossiping like a middle aged woman, Data had even dragged him down into one of their stupid Sherlock roleplays!!
Like?
Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with him?
His mind kept replaying the comments on the way here, the laughter, the inadequacy he felt everywhere he went on this fucking ship. He could rip everyone on this fucking ship to spreads before they even had time to raise the fucking red alert, and here he was instead, watching the fucking parked ship for hours, listening to the bear and his dog in the background argue over holodramas and who the fuck cares what else.
He stood up, ignoring the glass that shattered and cut open his hands as he did, the shouting that followed him as he walked over to the turbolift, grabbing the doors and slamming them shut himself when they were too slow. He held onto the railing, but the ride back to the floor his quarters on was slow, painfully so, he couldn’t breathe, he could barely stand up - he needed to be alone - far, far away from everyone else, in the only place on this FUCKING ship that was actually quiet.
He excited the turbolift and ran to his bedroom, curling under the cover on his bed, ignoring the tears that flowed down his face and how absolutely worthless he felt.
He laid like that for a few hours, once he stopped being a baby he reread a few novels he liked a few dozen times to calm down.
When he was calm enough to think clearly, he got bored pretty quickly and left his quarters and stormed down the hallway
What to do now? He’d probably been given the day off and had a long email waiting in his inbox from Deanna that ended with a mandatory counselling session needing to be booked in asap. He also needed to fix his hands, which were starting to hurt (thankfully, the uniforms were mostly black so the yellow that had dripped and dried down his clothes didn’t show up, much)
He pressed the buzzer for Data and Geordi’s quarters as soon as he arrived at the door (he lapped round the floor, and had gotten back to where he started as the 2 quarters were right next door to each other), hoping one of them was in so he could yell at them for a bit about his shitty day so far, but no one answered.
“Computer, where’s Geordi?”
“Commander La Forge is currently in Engineering” Well that was obvious, Lore headed back to the lift and told it to go there, Data would still be down in the cargo bay and he didn’t want to be near that many people, it was after lunch now so it should be a bit quiet in Engineering with all the more important tasks completed in the morning.
When he got down to engineering it was, still, a loud chaotic mess much to his annoyance. They were performing some kind of maintenance and cleaning while they were docked at the station, something about repairs and upgrades as well while they had access to the equipment and extra staff - he didn’t really care to know much more than that. He scanned the room and found Geordi inside one of the Jeffries tubes, poking away at some of the conduits for the anti-matter or matter flows (he knew how the warp core worked, he just didn’t care enough to understand it) Walking over to the entrance hatch, he ignored several glares and comments made by the idiots that worked here (and a few confused comments from people from the station who didn’t know the difference between the twins, and swore they just saw Data in the cargo bay, wearing yellow not red)
He climbed inside and crawled for a bit until he came across Geordi, sitting away from him working on an open panel in the ceiling above.
“Data we really don’t have time for thi-“ Geordi turned around and sighed when he saw it wasn’t Data, Lore frowned and rolled onto his back next to where Geordi sat to stare up at what he was doing.
“Sorry to disappoint, I’m still not Data” Lore forced a smile and looked up at Geordi while he put his tools away.
“True, you wear red” Geordi paused, looking down at Lore for a moment. “You alright bud?”
“No, terrible day” Shit day actually, fucking miserable.
“And you’ve come to me because?”
“Data always says you’re nice to talk to, that you help them with their emotions and shit” Geordi still looked confused.
‘Yeah, of course, that’s what you do when you’re dating someone, you talk and help each other”
“Yeah, well, I can’t exactly talk to B4 about my problems now can I?”
“…please don’t”
“Exactly, so I’m here talking to you instead” The last thing Lore ever wanted to do was to upset B4 with his problems, he’d only get confused and frustrated and then Lore would feel even worse. And Lore had a bad habit of… hurting himself to help ease his frustrations and stress (it never worked, but he found himself subconsciously doing it anyway), and he really did not want B4 finding out about that… again.
The one time B4 had walked in on him before he had time to clean himself up still haunted him - his screams, his tears, the way he held onto Lore like if he even let go for a moment Lore would slip away. It took over 5 hours for him, Data and Geordi to pry B4 off him, and another week to reboot his systems when he immediately had a panic attack and crashed. The three of them worked round the clock with half of engineering to fix the issues as when B4 crashed it burned out a lot of sensitive wiring in his matrix that needed to be replaced or re-calibrated. When he woke up Lore refused to let him out of his sight for the entire weekend, constantly apologising and asking for him to forgive him - B4 got a lot of plushies, toys and rewatches of his favourite movies with lots of cuddles in hope it would make him forget what he saw - thankfully it worked and it hadn’t been mentioned since.
“Fair, what happened then? Must be pretty bad to upset you” Geordi picked back up his tools and continued working on the thingy above them, Lore watched.
“Do you think I’m… gross?”
“Gross? Why would anyone say that?”
“Well, there’s the whole… ‘fucking your brother’ thing that people don’t seem to like, plus apperently just my exsistence in general makes people uncomfortable”
“Well, you make people uncomfortable because when you hear that someone has a high body count, they usually mean sex not deaths” Lore laughed, that was a shit joke, he liked Geordi’s terrible humor. “And honestly, I think people are less creeped out by you two being seen as brothers, and more creeped out by how old everyone perceives B4 to be, and the idea of how to treat him is… well let’s just say people do not believe you’re capable of anything but violence even when it comes to your love life”
Lore reached up and adjusted a wire that was microns out of place before it blew up in the engineer's face, Geordi grabbed his hand and reached for something from his tool box, before spending a moment fixing up the wounds on his hand (did he always carry an android first aid kit? Probably) when it was fixed he released Lore’s hand and held out his own for the other - Lore placed his other much more injured hand in the engineers grasp and he repeated what he did until both hands were good as new and he continued his work from before. Lore liked that, Geordi didn’t ask questions, just fixed up his ‘accidental’ injuries that he got far too often for anyone to actually believe Lore when he said he had no idea how he got them.
“Why does that bother you anyway, you seem like the kind of person who doesn’t give a shit what people think about you”
“I don’t”
“Oh?”
“Of course not… I just…”
“You know, in Starfleet it’s fairly common knowledge about my eyes, my implants and how I still see the world differently to everyone else”
“How is this relevan-“
“Because I’ve gotten 5 comments today, 3 to my face and 2 behind my back, about how Starfleet’s flagship shouldn’t have a ‘blind idiot’ in charge of such delicate machinery” Geordi put his tools down and sighed, looking down at Lore… he was… sad. “Seriously, when it comes to this kind of shit” He waves his hand up to the equipment he was working on. “I’ve got better eyesight than anyone else to work on it more precisely than anyone else, I can literally see the atoms and the power that makes up the anti-matter flow if I try hard enough”
“But they just see a blind guy, and assume”
“And they just see Data’s evil twin brother who destroyed a planet because of his daddy issues”
“Ouch, true, but ouch”
“Don’t take it to heart, and if you do just throw it away afterwards, idiots like that aren’t worth your time ok?”
Lore nodded and sat in silence for a while, occasionally reaching up and helping Geordi with adjustments and pointing out when he got the colours wrong.
“Data was right… you’re pretty ok to talk to”
“Yeah well, I understand how your programming works, plus I’ve been dealing with Mx ‘no emotions at all’ for nearly a decade now, so Mr ‘over-emotional’ is a welcome change” Lore laughed, Geordi smirked and he crawled forward to begin work on the next shit he had to do.
“Y’know, if we work together we can probably get all this done faster, cause I’d like to go home early and rest for the evening, I’m sure you would too”
Lore rolled his eyes, rolling over and crawling up so he was once again besides the engineer. “Fine, but if anyone asked, I was forced into helping you”
“Oh definitely, wouldn’t want anyone to know you actually like my company, might ruin your bad boy image”
“I was more worried about you, your crewmen in engineering might think you’re fucking all three of us so called ‘brothers’ and I’m not sure that would be a good image for you”
Geordi just laughed and shook his head, they worked on the various bits and bobs until they had crawled all the way through and out back into engineering, taking even longer than it should have done because they kept getting distracted and talking about random shit.
They parted ways when Lore saw the time - shouting several curses when he realised B4 would have been back home for at least half an hour now and running off with a quick goodbye to Geordi, who just laughed and said goodnight.
Notes:
Notes: Lore is a paranoid, emotionally unstable baby and I Love him, he tries his best but he often spirals down internal rabbit holes of conspiracy theories and fear until he completely shut down mentally, he likes B4 cause he’s so simple it kind of snaps him back to reality because Lore is fairly convinced B4 is incapable of lying and if he says everyone things fine it must be, don’t tell anyone but Lore has a plushie of a black cat on his bed he’s called ‘Dot’
Chapter 4: Geordi’s Day
Summary:
Geordi has a fun day managing the crew in Engineering before they all go on vacation and has a weirdly emotional talk with Lore in a Jeffery tube.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Geordi was pretending to be asleep, curled up to Data’s side and hoping they wouldn’t notice he was awake and drag him out of be-
“Geordi it is now 6.01, it is the correct time to wake up for the day ahead” Oh fuck - he made a note to work on his ‘fake sleeping’, groaning while he pressed himself further into Data’s chest, hoping today would be the day Data would let him lay in and skip work for cuddles.
It was not, sadly, and Data carefully pulled Geordi upright so he sat against the headboard of the bed - peppering his face with about a million kisses while they did so, which DID not quickly erase any anger Geordi felt at being woken up so abruptly, like it worked every morning.
“You’re a cruel, cruel, partner, you know that” He faked annoyance, before stumbling his was into the kitchen to prepare himself his morning raktajino - extra strong today.
When he got into the kitchen, he went over to the replicator and ordered his raktajino, with double - no, triple caffeine because today he was in charge of organising the maintenance being carried out in engineering. Several systems needed work, several consoles and monitors needed replacing and everything needed an intense look over to make sure they didn’t miss anything that needed work on. He had every staff member on duty today (tomorrow they would all be off for shore leave after handing over the major repairs to the station) so while he sipped his better-than-coffee, he thought about the best ways to organise the teams into their separate duties so it would all be finished by the end of the day.
He finished his morning brew and recycled the cup, before walking back to the bedroom when he heard Data step out of the bathroom. They passed each other in the doorway and he temporarily halted while Data pressed more kisses to his face before continuing to the shower.
He could spend hours in the shower if Data let them, he took pride in his appearance - especially his hair which took up most of his time in the shower. He was humming along to a song he enjoyed when a knock sounded loudly through the bathroom, meaning it was time to get out. Geordi stepped out of the shower and walked into the bedroom to get himself dried and dressed for the day.
Recently, Starfleet had introduced a policy where any rank officer could select from the wide selection of official uniforms they had introduced over the years - a new rule to try and make everyone ‘more comfortable’ during their working hours as some preferred the older uniforms, some the newer ones - so they wanted to give everyone a choice on their individual clothing they were made to wear for most of the day while working, it was a welcome and celebrated update.
Data like the jacket/black undershirt/trouser combo, with the black block across the shoulders of the jacket - honestly it was one that looked best on them in Geordi’s opinion. He much preferred the newest uniform for its practicality - the grey/navy jacket with the coloured long sleeve shirt underneath - it was ideal for engineering and most of his staff wore it. As far as he was aware, the brig crew seemed to favour the uniform Data wore - but as long as you wore the right colour and your rank pips were on your collar Starfleet was happy.
Geordi exited the bedroom, fully dressed and ready for the day, walking over to Data he circled his arms around their torso from behind, as Data was sitting it was easy for him to look over their shoulder at the painting they were currently working on.
“It’s looking really good, pretty sure it’s nicer than the actual view” Geordi gave a small laugh - it was, as all of their work was, absolutely stunning and amazing, how they managed it he wasn’t sure. But everyday he thanked all the gods he could think of that his implants meant he could finally look at them as everyone else did - especially since this current painting from a view from his home back on Earth. “I’m afraid I’ll have to fight my parents for who gets to keep it, they’ve always loved that view” Spot came up to fuss on his leg, he picked her up and made sure to fill her with all the love she would need to survive the day.
Data nodded “I believe it is 6:55 my love, time for us to sadly part ways for the day to report to our posts” Honestly? The worst part of the day, he wanted to stay home forever with Data and Spot, cuddled up on the sofa reading his engineering papers.
“Today’s a boring day Data, we’ll be back home in no time at all” Geordi leaned over and pressed his lips against Data’s cheek before placing Spot back on the sofa and pulling Data to the main door of their quarters.
They would always take the walk and ride the turbolift together before they needed to get off on separate floors every morning - it was just more time to spend together that Data was always mindful to take advantage of.
When it was time for Geordi to get off in Engineering, Data pulled him in for a hug and several small kisses - all over his face before Geordi laughed, bid them a goodbye and walked down the hallway to engineering.
As soon as he got in, the team were waiting by their stations for their instructions for the day. Thankfully he had prepared the past week far too much for this - he retrieved a dozen pads from his office and spent time handing out one to each person (they were landed with their names), each one containing the crewman’s schedule and duties for the day so everyone knew what was expected of them.
It was a lot of cleaning of the internal mechanics - making it easier for the PitStop crew to come in and replace whatever was needed (and an excuse to get everything looking clean again) as well as a simple check through of several systems that hadn’t been checked for ages as their time was normally was often taken up by more essential systems.
“Right, you’ve got your jobs so I expect very little confusion on what’s expected of you today” He stood at the arch leading to the warp core, hand behind his back looking around at everyone who were keen to get started. “I’ll be doing bit here and there to assist where I can, don’t be afraid to ask your fellow crewmen for help if you need it, the sooner we get all this out the way, the sooner none of us will have to report in for work tomorrow” A chorus of laughter sounded through the room, as well as good wishes. “Well then, get to work”
Geordi spent the morning mostly assisting the less experienced crewmen with their work, ignoring the rather rude comments made from space docks engineers who came in mid morning to assist. (Seriously? Come up with better insults - ‘blind guy’ is pathetic and overused)
An hour or so before lunch, one of the newest crewmen came up to him while he was going over the consoles nearest the warp core with one of the senior engineers. They had been on board for a few months or so - they were Vulcan and often asked for help regarding navigating the social aspects of their duty so that’s what Geordi expected them to ask.
“Sir, I was wondering if you could provide… assistance, I have been tasked with checking some of the Jeffery tubes panels for issues” She shuffled her feet and looked down to the floor when they spoke - for a Vulcan she might as well be crying on the floor - then Geordi remembered she had a fear of small spaces, and he put her in the fucking tubes!!
“I am so sorry, give me your pad I’ll put you on something else” She sighed with relief and handed Geordi her pad, he tapped away and transferred her over to assisting with the warp core - in the wide open space in the centre of engineering. “I’ll check the panels myself, thanks for bringing that up, it takes courage to admit you need help” Geordi had a few Vulcans on his team, so he knew what ‘please don’t make me do this I’ll cry’ looked like for them.
He finished his work and then headed over to the entrance hatch to the Jeffrey tubes surrounding engineering. Geordi climbed inside and crawled his way along the narrow passageways until he arrived at an open space he could finally stand up in - he figured it would be best to start here and work his way back to engineering slowly. This conduit needed checking often, so there were several fold up stools in the corner of the room, he picked up one and sat it in front of the main panel, getting to work removing the cover and checking over the inside.
After a short while, he heard his name being shouted down from Engineering.
“Computer, what’s the time?”
“The time is 12:02” Ah, lunch time, Geordi could easily guess who was waiting for him at the other end of the Jefferey tube.
‘I’m nearly finished!!’ He shouted, making sure they would hear him and pass the message to Data, just give him a few more minutes to tidy up these wires-
“Geordi, you shall come and consume your meal or I shall come in there and feed you it” Data spoke clearly down the tubes, their tone serious and steady - they were joking. Their ‘sarcasm’ was improving… Unfortunately, Lore was their teacher, and he had a… unique sense of humor. He thought for a moment, before deciding it would be nice if Data did join him for lunch.
“That would be nice actually” This time his volume was normal, nowhere near loud enough for anyone but an android with super hearing to be able to make out. After a minute or so, Data climbed their way out of the tube Geordi had come through and he watched them walking over to him, proudly displaying the take-out box with his dinner inside like a sword being presented to their king.
“Hello my love, I bring food” By the time Data had crossed the room, Geordi had managed to quickly place his tools away and waited with open arms to pull them into a hug. Data wrapped their arms around his neck (as much as they could with a box in one hand anyway) before pulling back and handing over the container of food to Geordi who opened it up with a soft ‘oooooo’ noise.
“How goes the deliveries?” Geordi spoke between bites (making sure to swallow before speaking) he pointed with a fork over to a nearby stool which Data set up in front of him before speaking.
“It goes well, we have received an impressive 98.5% of items requested, so everyone is very happy with today”
“That’s great, especially since there’s a few of my ensigns who were concerned about the lack of medical supplies, apparently they were down to the last few dozen plasters for electrical burns”
“That is unfortunate, thankfully your crew will be able to sneak treatment for their self imposed injuries”
“Let’s hope this load lasts them longer than the previous lot” Geordi laughed and they spoke for a while as he finished eating.
Geordi timed how long it took him to eat, so he knew he still had some time left, so he placed the now empty container on the nearby table, grabbing Data by their collar and dragging them off their chair and over to stand between his legs.
“Well then Commander sir, I believe I am due for some lovin’ before my shift continues” Geordi smiled up at the most beautiful being in the universe and saw them weaken and give in to him.
“Geordi, you have just eaten and there is not enough time for you to…enjoy yourself fully, I would not recommended we partake in anything currently”
Geordi huffed slightly but mumbled an ‘right, yeah’, Data used a free hand to lift up their chin and press their lips together briefly before pulling back.
“But perhaps, I can satisfy you until we return home later, if that is acceptable to you” Geordi pressed forward and recaptured their lips into the kiss again, moaning slightly when Data wrapped one hand around his waist and ran the other through their hair slightly. When his lips parted, Data gently slipped their tongue inside and let out a moan that could make even the toughest being crumble beneath them and give them whatever they wanted - Data was Geordi’s everything, his entire world and universe and as Data took control of the kiss (likely making sure every nanometre of him was loved) Geordi melted into the chair and wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever with his best friend.
But after a while, something pressed up against him and Geordi pushed Data away laughing, earning him one of Data’s trademarked head tilts.
“Data, you gotta calm down, I’m hidden in crawling in the Jeffries tubes for the rest of the day, but you’ve got to actually be around people!” They were still confused, Geordi pointed down to Data’s very erect self pressing up against his crotch, their eyes followed down until they saw it as well.
“Apologies Geordi, I may have gotten…carried away, I shall terminate the program until later” Geordi laughed again because of just how cute they were - they apologised again, and the feeling of their arousal pressed against him disappeared and they apologised yet again.
“I think I’ll forgive you for getting too excited Data, but only because you’re cute” Geordi laughed again, and gave Data’s nose a big old boop on the nose before pressing another kiss to their cheek.
“I will be required to leave now if I am get back to work on time Geordi, but rest assured I will be counting the seconds until we are together again, I hope you have a pleasant afternoon shift my love”
“You romantic, I’d say have fun as well, but I’m sure I’d count organising the ship's mail as ‘fun’, I’ll see you later” One last hug and kiss before Data retrieved the empty food container and crawled back out of the hatch into Engineering, leaving him alone again, missing them already and wishing nothing for than for the day to be over.
He finished his work in that area, and crawled his way back into the tube. There were 7 panels here that needed careful inspection, they would take up most of the remaining shift - giving him enough time to check the work of everyone before clocking off for the week (finally!)
After a few hours and 2 panels he heard someone crawling up the tube towards him, he was knelt facing away from them but he could recognize the precise movements on an android crawling toward him from a mile away - Data rarely ever visited him during working hours so this was unusual.
“Data we really don’t have time for thi-“ Geordi turned around and sighed when he saw it wasn’t Data, Lore frowned and rolled onto his back next to where Geordi sat to stare up at what he was doing.
“Sorry to disappoint, I’m still not Data” Lore forced a smile and looked up at Geordi, who had put his tools away and looked down at Lore, confused. As to why he was here.
“True, you wear red” Geordi paused, looking down at Lore for a moment, to anyone else he would look angry, to Geordi? He could see the slight staining on his face from where he’d been crying, the ever so subtle twitching on the left side of his face that only ever showed up when he was distressed, he let out a small smile to try and seem friendly. “You alright bud?”
“No, terrible day” Knew it.
“And you’ve come to me because?”
“Data always says you’re nice to talk to, that you help them with their emotions and shit” Geordi still looked confused, did Data say that? That was sweet, but why would Lore of all people want to talk about his emotions?
‘Yeah, of course, that’s what you do when you’re dating someone, you talk and help each other”
“Yeah, well, I can’t exactly talk to B4 about my problems now can I?”
“…please don’t” Oh god, Geordi loved and adored the oldest brother - but he was… B4. If Lore talked to him about the kind of shit that likely went through his fucked up mind the baby would go insane or at the very least it would fry his systems (and his systems take the longest to fix out of the three of them because they were the most confusing - being a prototype most of this systems were just made up as Soong went along)
“Exactly, so I’m here talking to you instead”
“Fair, what happened then? Must be pretty bad to upset you” Geordi picked back up his tools and continued working on the conduit above them, he could feel eyes watching him as he did, clearly thinking about something important, it took a few seconds for Lore to answer. This wasn’t long for a human - actually it was lightning fast, but for an android? That was eternity.
“Do you think I’m… gross?” Oh god, had people been saying more shit to him again? Deanna told him about the comments she got from people in their counselling sessions about him - complaining about Lore’s presence on the ship and his relationship with B4 (get over it! They look similar, there’s weirder relationships in the universe) and he still didn’t understand any of it! Some people just liked the drama and image of the good vs evil twin and refused to believe they were both so much more than that.
“Gross? Why would anyone say that?”
“Well, there’s the whole… ‘fucking your brother’ thing that people don’t seem to like, plus apperently just my exsistence in general makes people uncomfortable” Again, knew it.
“Well, you make people uncomfortable because when you hear that someone has a high body count, they usually mean sex not deaths” Geordi tried his best with Lore’s terrible sense of humor. “And honestly, I think people are less creeped out by you two being seen as brothers, and more creeped out by how old everyone perceives B4 to be, and the idea of how to treat him is… well let’s just say people do not believe you’re capable of anything but violence even when it comes to your love life” He heard plenty of the crewmen talking about what they thought Lore was like in bed to have sent an email to his team in Engineering to stop talking about it during work hours - everyone thought him to be violent, aggressive, manipulative even with his so called ‘lover’.
It seemed pretty much assumed B4 was only with Lore because he was being forced into it - but Geordi knew they were both equally as fucked up and obsessed with each other to the point of it being very unhealthy. Lore was definitely not the… gentlest in bed from the constant repairs Geordi knew Lore had to do to B4 that he definitely didn’t know about - and they were constant, daily because apperently the sex drive of the two older brothers was never ending (Geordi thanked every god that Data seemed to have a normal human drive least he fucked to death by the never ending stamina of an android).
And B4 was obsessed with Lore to the point of basically worshipping the ground he walked on, Geordi was certain Lore could rip a person to shreds right in from of B4 and he’d forgive him immediately like it was nothing - apparently when B4 found out who killed their father he shrugged and said ‘oh well, he was mean to me anyway’.
Lore reached up and adjusted a wire in the conduit - god what had he done to his hand? It was covered in cuts, Geordi reached out and carefully held it in his own, reaching for his tool box where he always kept a regenerator for his own wounds - he was easily able to adjust it to work for the bioplast that covered Lore and spent some time slowly fixing it up until it looked like new. When that was finished, he let go and held out his hand for the other hand - thankfully Lore took the hint and placed his other equally as fucked up hand in Geordi’s, who again spent the time to carefully fix it up. It looked like… he smashed a console screen… and since he was supposed to be on the bridge today he figured it was probably the helm one.
He… did this often, let his frustrations out via violence (thankfully only ever towards himself, as he could easily have killed several dozen people by now with the injuries he gave himself)
It upset him, a lot, to know that Lore was troubled in ways not even imaginable to himself and that he could only find release in such violent ways. But these slight cuts on his hand was nothing compared to the threats of jumping out of airlocks, and broken, torn and ripped out wires and systems he would find when Lore had to be restrained in the brig - human self harm was easy to fix but android? It took ages, replicating replacement parts and making sure everything was exactly where it should be. Especially since Lore knew exactly what systems to fuck up that caused the most damaged without actually leading to any long term problems, where to rip at the bioplast where any scars would be hidden. Geordi didn’t ask, just fixed him up in silence and waited until it would happen again the next week.
“Why does that bother you anyway, you seem like the kind of person who doesn’t give a shit what people think about you”
“I don’t”
“Oh?”
“Of course not… I just…” It did, it bothered him greatly. Anyone who spent more than 5 minutes with him should be able to see that - he cared that all anyone saw was ‘Data’s prototype that went crazy’ - Geordi knew what it was like to be judged for something, to have everyone look down at you for something out of your control - despite what people think, Lore’s instability was LITERALLY PROGRAMMED INTO HIM, and Geordi had spent several hours plugged into his matrix to resolve the issue to no progress because it wasn’t something you just ‘fix’.
His theory - Data, and even B4, had grown into their emotions slowly over their lives (even if B4’s was short) where Lore hadn’t had that chance. Data and Be both had time to adjust to them, and the overwhelming sensory and emotional inputs in their matrix at speeds that were actually impossible for Geordi to even imagines
Data had once said it was like going through a trillion human lifespans of emotions every nanosecond, constantly - they had spent several years making sure they had organised and streamlined the inputs so they wouldn’t be overwhelming, slowly and carefully as they inputs got more and more over time. And it still took several months after the installation of the emotion chip for Data to gain a sense of peace with it - the chip hadn’t given them emotions but it did allow them to express them more easily, it made them more clearer and defined in their programming. Data was very ‘emotionless’ according to anyone who didn’t know them, they struggled to express themself clearly and often still didn’t understand the more complex emotions or how to read them on people they didn’t know. They were, of course, very emotional if you knew how to read them properly like Geordi did - he knew all three of the brothers better than anyone.
B4 was incapable of processing most of the inputs that his matrix processed so it really wasn’t a problem - more than 99% of them got trashed before they made it to his main processor as even trying to let his matrix process them would likely short circuit the man and cause more damage to his very vulnerable systems - this was done by Soong only hours after he was activated (B4 basically processed things at the speed of a slightly below IQ human being - compared to Data and Lore who were literally the most powerful computer AIs in the universe). This led B4 to being very… slow, not hearing or seeing a lot of what was happening around him, not understanding most things - the biggest issue was his memory. He could remember sure, but not very well, it would often take several repeats for him to actually remember anything
Lore? My goodness, Geordi was honestly surprised his matrix didn’t fry itself to ash with the sheer amount of shit that was going on in there. Data had spent time slowly being able to organise the inputs, giving priority to certain ones and making sure most of them were quietly stored away and didn’t take up too much power - but Lore? Every input was processed with the same priority; every sound, smell, sight - distant or near, important or not was taken in. Data’s mind was like a carefully organised library - massive, but sectioned, labeled, organised, with several thousand staff members constantly keeping it that way. Lore’s was like a never ending labyrinth with no exit, books piled and stacked everywhere, shelves and boxes filling the halls in an attempt to organise and make sense of it all - with only him walking the never ending hallways trying to keep it all in order as more appeared and disappeared at random.
The middle brother also had a bad habit of ‘spiraling’ - aka going down a rabbit hole of theories and paranoia until he was unable to do anything but hide in his room, convinced something would happen even if it didn’t even have a .00000000000001 chance of actually even being real. Geordi often had to do a soft reset of his systems just to clear all those thoughts out of him, which was… difficult and made him and the other brothers cry, waiting for the hours it took for Lore to come back to them only for him to pretend like nothing had happened and repeat it again a few weeks later.
“You know, in Starfleet it’s fairly common knowledge about my eyes, my implants and how I still see the world differently to everyone else”
“How is this relevan-“
“Because I’ve gotten 5 comments today, 3 to my face and 2 behind my back, about how Starfleet’s flagship shouldn’t have a ‘blind idiot’ in charge of such delicate machinery” Geordi put his tools down and sighed, looking down at Lore, trying not to cry. “Seriously, when it comes to this kind of shit” He waved his hand up to the equipment he was working on. “I’ve got better eyesight than anyone else to work on it more precisely than anyone else, I can literally see the atoms and the power that makes up the anti-matter flow if I try hard enough”
“But they just see a blind guy, and assume”
“And they just see Data’s evil twin brother who destroyed a planet because of his daddy issues”
“Ouch, true, but ouch”
“Don’t take it to heart, and if you do just throw it away afterwards, idiots like that aren’t worth your time ok?”
Lore nodded and sat in silence for a while, occasionally reaching up and helping Geordi with adjustments and pointing out when he got the colours wrong - Geordi knew exactly what he was doing, but Lore liked to be helpful - so he knew when to ‘slip up’ and give him the chance to do so. Geordi could tell it made him feel useful and less like a ‘complete fucking waste of space’, and it gave him something to do that wasn’t uncounsiously clawing at his arms (he didn’t even process he was doing it, but Geordi could see him doing it and if he let him continue he’d have even more to repair)
“Data was right… you’re pretty ok to talk to”
“Yeah well, I understand how your programming works, plus I’ve been dealing with Mx ‘no emotions at all’ for nearly a decade now, so Mr over-emotional is a welcome change” Lore laughed, Geordi smirked and he crawled forward to begin work on the next panel.
“Y’know, if we work together we can probably get all this done faster, cause I’d like to go home early and rest for the evening, I’m sure you would too”
Lore rolled over and crawled up so he was once again besides the engineer. “Fine, but if anyone asked, I was forced into helping you”
“Oh definitely, wouldn’t want anyone to know you actually like my company, might ruin your bad boy image”
“I was more worried about you, your crewmen in engineering might think you’re fucking all three of us so called ‘brothers’ and I’m not sure that would be a good image for you”
Geordi just laughed and shook his head. They both finished the inspection of the panel, and the rest of them before crawling out into engineering (to several whispers as to what Lore was doing here). Lore shouted several curses in languages Geordi didn’t even know existed before running out of engineering with a quick goodbye - Geordi checked the time and realised he was late back home as B4 was due back half hour ago - hence the running.
He walked around engineering, talking to all the teams to make sure everyone had completed their work - checking over a few of the more important systems and machinery himself to make sure everything was done right. It was of course - his team was the most efficient and knowledgeable in the entire fleet, hence why they all worked on the flagship.
Standing once again under the arch looking at his team lined up in the main room, he stood proud as a few of them rounded up the pads and deposited them in his office before returning and waiting for him to speak.
“You’ve outdone yourselves today, seriously, I’m proud of all of you for the work we’ve achieved - even if it was just basic maintenance and cleaning, I think we’ve all earned the next 2 weeks of vacation time” Geordi smiled, as did nearly everyone in the room, beaming with pride and excitement for the longest break they’ve had in ages - and the first where the entire ship was on vacation at the same time. “Now - leave, have fun, and remember, I don’t want to hear from any of you until we get back - my office is closed while I’m working on my tan” Laughter, a small applause before the room was slowly emptied until it was just him. Geordi walked over to his office to make sure everything was in place - and to pick up a hidden gift he had gotten Data stashed away where not even the android would guess to look.
He walked back to their shared quarters with a spring in his step, excited to start their vacation with a quiet evening together.
Notes:
Notes: Geordi is a precious bean who loves his boyfriend and their chaotic brothers, when he has to babysit B4 he takes him to engineering and spends the day re-explaining the warp core and other technical bits that b4 absolutely loves to hear about, he and lore occasionally meet up for drinks or for Lore’s weekly ‘hey I ripped open my arm can you fix it’, Geordi is a soft, romantic, caring, heartthrob and I adore him
Chapter 5: Data The Romantic
Summary:
Data prepare a romantic evening for themself and Geordi on the first night of their shared vacation - complete with a meal, flowers and lots of fusses for Spot.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Geordi would not return from his shift until 7.30pm, with the potential of it being closer to 8pm if there was unforeseen matters that needed attending to (Data calculated a 82.38% probability Geordi would arrive home at 7.52 after finishing at 7.46, where he would apologise for being late and adorn their face with from 5-10 kisses before a hug, lasting approximately 5 minutes). Data arrived back to their quarters at 5.54, meaning they had a minimum of 1 hour and 35 minutes to prepare the evening itinerary that they had planned for the two of them.
As it was their first evening of their vacation time, Data wanted to take the time to prepare an indulgent evening to help Geordi relax and unwind after the stress of the days leading up to the ship's dock at the station, as well as the likelihood of a busy day preparing Engineering for the upcoming maintenance and upgrades being done.
Data stepped inside and spent 5 minutes fussing Spot before proceeding with anything else, she ran up and fussed up their leg until she was picked up and given the appropriate amount of love she dearly needed after being apart for so long. When she jumped out of Data’s arms and ran over to the replicator, they followed after.
“Computer, feline supplement 1,468” In a slow beam a bowl with said food appeared inside in the replicator. As Spot got older, she preferred to have her food in the bowl higher up so she did not have to lean down as much to eat - as such the bowl was suspended in a wooden frame at the exact height Data had calculated for her optimal comfort. They placed it down in Spot’s preferred eating location - behind the sofa where a small silicone mat had been placed so as to not make a mess (it was white with multi-coloured paw printed around the edge), next to their water dish that refilled itself automatically.
“I hope this is satisfactory today Spot, you are a notoriously picky eater” Data followed her and peaked over the couch to watch her sniff the bowl before proceeding to eat it with no issues “Very good Spot, I shall leave you to enjoy your meal”
Next they walked over to theirs and Geordi’s bedroom to change out of their uniform. It was always interesting for them to wear more casual clothes - until they got on board the Enterprise and met their friends here, Data wore nothing else except for their cadet uniform and then their standard uniform. They changed it when the uniform was updated, and would put on a clean set every morning, but they did not wear anything else as they simply thought it irrelevant to their life.
Will, Deanna and Geordi were all integral to contributing to Data’s now expansive wardrobe - consisting of everything from their Holodeck costumes to casual wear for home.
The Holodeck costumes were stored inside a triple wardrobe - 2 doors for where the clothes hung wrapped in fabric to prevent them from creasing or getting dirty when not in use, and 1 door for a shelf that contained shoes and other items that could not be hung up.
Their ‘regular’ clothes for daily wear, as well as their more comfortable clothes for lounging in the home were stored in a set of drawers near the wardrobe that held their uniforms. Every drawer had a purpose - jumpers and cardigans, tops, trousers and then socks and underwear - all neatly folded and fitted inside perfectly to give the maximum view of the item and fit everything inside.
Data’s trousers were a mix of brown and black slacks, as well as similar colour jogging bottoms - simple and easy to wear and match with any of their other clothes. They chose a pair of brown slacks and matching socks, placing them on the bed before spending some time choosing a shirt.
They had a larger selection of shirts (their jumpers and cardigans were again, black or brown - with a single one that resembled their yellow uniform in case it was needed for more casual wear), as they had designed and had specially made a few dozen shirts featuring their own carefully selected choice of art and imagery.
There were a few featuring his own artwork - notably, a few portraits of Spot and paintings of the Enterprise and Omicron Theta. A few featured artwork done by B4, who had an impressive talent for drawing detailed schematic artworks of mechanical nature - there was a few of the warp core (his favourite subject), the Enterprise, the ships shuttlecraft and a few of smaller equipment that had been blown out to reveal all the individual components of the tricorders and hypo sprays. These were Data’s favourite, as B4 had made excellent progress mentally since he began making artwork - it helped him to process and understand more complex topics he would never be able to otherwise.
The majority of the shirts featured artworks that Data had… ‘borrowed’ from Lore.
He carried with him sometimes a large leather bound notebooks planetside and to the holodeck when he was certain no one was looking (although he was almost comically bad at hiding anything from Data). He filled them with whatever his current topic of interest was - this included printed essays and papers, his own written notes on said essays and papers, photos and imagery related to the topics and whatever else was relevant that he clipped inside (sometimes dried botanicals and stolen or ‘borrowed’ documents and writings). Most importantly, his own drawings of imagery relevant to the topics.
Lore would insist he did not possess the same creativity programming that Data did and therefore could not create artwork, and whether or not that was true was not clear. But he had the skills of a very talented artist nonetheless (even if he would not admit it). He favoured and focused entirely on black ink drawings - expertly shading with cross hatching and stippling to add depth and life to the detailed line work present.
He filled at least one to three of these notebooks every week, and in his room underneath his bed he had filled several containers with them all. To see Lore’s personal library was a rare occasion - to see Lore’s bedroom at all was rare as he locked it when he was absent and did not even let B4 inside as he valued his privacy and alone time too much. The library contained within his room looked nearly exactly like the one in the lab Data and Lore were summoned to by Dr Soong - down to the mess on the floor and chaotically organised shelves and even the same kind of books that both filled with their illegible handwriting. It was wonderful to see on the few occasions Data had been inside - often not willingly as it was usually when Lore had locked himself inside during one of his episodes and Data had to sadly break down the door to speak to him and help resolve whatever was paining him so much.
Data had first been made aware of the notebooks when B4 showed them his stash of a few he had hidden under his bed - apparently he snuck into Lore’s room when he was not home and ‘borrowed’ them, stating Lore had so many he would never notice (and to Data’s surprise he never did). B4 claimed they were interesting to read, and it helped him to talk to Lore about stuff he liked, and he did this as made Lore feel more ‘appreciated’ and listened to ‘because no one else ever listens to him about stuff he likes!’. He showed Data a few and they were beyond impressed, and they politely asked that B4… ‘acquire’ any of them that contained information on exobiology or botanics for themself to have.
Which he did, very easily, and Data had read through the dozen or so books they hid under their own bed several hundred times, both because they were interesting and on topics they enjoyed - but also because they helped understand Lore’s thinking process and view on the world. Since Lore was still Lore, and often it felt like he was the complete opposite to Data personality wise, they found it a challenge to even begin to understand his thinking or reasoning behind the actions he took.
But back to the shirts, they had scanned and printed their favourite artworks on them - never worn anywhere else but at home. They were proud of Lore and B4 for their artworks, hence why Data took the time and energy to create the shirts to wear and present to the world - they could talk about each artwork for hours, filled with pride and joy for their brothers, much to the distaste of whoever had made the mistake of asking ‘who made that art on your shirt?’.
They looked through the selection, deciding on one of Lore’s artworks - it was a rare one, a landscape with coloured ink that Data was overjoyed to find inside one of the books that was dedicated to the planet Earth and the geology of its mountains. It was a view of a famous location known as ‘Mt Fuji’, a mountain in the country known as Japan, which was beautifully rendered with the mountain in the centre done in black and the sunset behind in a mix of purples, blues and pinks.
They walked over to the bed and changed, placing their old uniform in the laundry basket to be washed at a later day in the week, before tucking in their shirt and walking back out the living area.
Spot had finished her meal and was now curled up on one of the hammocks that hang from the large cat tower next to the couch. She looked peaceful so Data decided to leave her be, and focus on their tasks for the evening before Geordi returned.
They wanted to prepare a meal for themself and Geordi to share before relaxing with a movie and spending some quality ‘alone time’ in the night before they went to sleep. Data briefly was reminded of their over excitement earlier when kissing Geordi and their cheeks blushed a deep yellow before they quickly shook their head to rid themselves of the embarrassment before walking over to the kitchen to begin preparing the meal.
It was now 6.13, and Data stood in front of the kitchen replicator to order the ingredients for the meal they had in mind. They could replicate the whole meal, but it tasted better when prepared and cooked from the base ingredients - as the slight differences in taste and texture made the experience more enjoyable. And also because Data liked cooking for Geordi.
They were preparing a hearty meal that was similar to that of a traditional meal from the Earth country of England, a ‘roast dinner’. It consisted of meat (as it was replicated, it was strangely vegan and thus ok for Geordi to eat), mashed potatoes with butter, vegetables (usually a mix of carrots, peas, broccoli, cauliflower and Brussels sprouts) a few ‘yorkshire puddings’ as well as a thick coating of meat flavoured ‘gravy’ that covered the entire dish. Geordi had eaten it several times before and enjoyed it every time Data cooked it - so that was what he was getting after a long day of work.
They had everything in the oven or on the stove by 6.30, giving it time to cook before dishing up at 8. This gave them time to set the table and wait for Geordi to return. The meat was to be cooked for the longest, then everything was to be put on in an hour for their shorter cooking time.
The table in their quarters was a small rectangle, large enough for Data and Geordi to sit either side as they did not need much else. Data went into the cupboards in the kitchen and pulled out the ‘fancy and romantic’ table wear as Geordi called them. They had both selected the set on a trip to Earth for occasions like this - when they wanted the atmosphere of a romantic restaurant without having to go anywhere, they set everything on the countertop in the kitchen and began their work.
First was the tablecloth, a deep blue that reminded Data of Geordis eyes, they laid it out with precision and care - folding and pinning the corners in place for a perfect fit and smooth surface. Then they placed the placemats and coasters, a soft golden yellow that reminded Geordi of Data’s eyes, in the exact same position they were always placed in down to nanometre. Then the cutlery, silver and cost the most out of everything - made of stainless steel that was durable and still looked immaculate after the many years of use. They were decorated on the handles with a swirling design that was similar to that on the plates - a brightly coloured design Geordi’s mother had chosen for them, the set of dishes (plates, bowls) was a gift for their 5th anniversary.
In the centre of the table was a vase that Data had made several years earlier - a swirling green base that opened at the top, the glaze shifted in the light from the usual green to blue, accenting the colourful flowers usually inside of it.
It was always on the table, and Data made sure to replace the flowers weekly to keep them fresh - the old ones donated to the ship’s botanical gardens for compost. Today Data decided to replace them so they would be special for the evening, so they gathered the vase and said goodbye to Spot before leaving their quarters and heading over to the ship’s gardens to retrieve some new flowers - they could replicate the, but found that naturally grown flowers smelled better and therefore accompanied meal times much more suitably.
When they arrived it was quiet, only a few crewmen behind setting up automatic watering and other needed systems to keep plants alive during their coming vacation. Data walked over to the hatch that opened to a shute leading to the composting machine, taking the flowers out of the vase and bidding them a thank you for beautifying their table for their short life before placing them inside and closing the hatch.
Data walked over to the flower section - grown by the gardens specially for the crew to pick and place in their quarters or to give out as gifts. Thankfully, most flowers took only a week or so to grow inside the greenhouse and the environment meant they could grow any plant from any planet inside so there was plenty of choice. Because of this, the plants inside changed every week to keep it interesting, this week seemed to be a very purple themed week as the garden was filled with rows and rows of every shade of the colour from a pastel lilac to a deep royal purple - Data opted for a selection of 3 lilacs, 3 pansies and 2 hyacinths that were a mix of purple and a deep pink colour, all planets from Earth because Geordi liked those the most, reminding him of home. They spent time arranging them in the vase to show off each flower perfectly in the composition before leaving the garden, bidding the gardeners a simple goodbye and heading back home.
When they got back it was now 7.14 and Data spent 14 minutes arranging the vase on the table.
The vase was the main part of the centrepiece, but was joined by 2 candles either side of the table that all had to be arranged to look the most aesthetically pleasing. The candles were short, half the height of the vase and inside 2 yellow ceramic pots - one for each of them, decorated with silver motifs of swirling lines and flowers. So Data spent time moving one thing, stepping back, moving another, stepping back, ect ect until they were satisfied with the layout of the centre piece and their internal chronometer told them it was time to check the food and put on the vegetables and potatoes.
The rest of the food was put on to cook, the meat was checked and was progressing nicely and Data was content to now relax until Geordi arrived back home.
At 7.24, Data moved over to their painting, standing in its easel in the corner of the room and continued working on it until Geordi arrived back home.
Notes:
Notes: Lore knows about the shirt - he just doesn’t want to bring it up because then Data will actually talk to him about his art, Data is a romantic and spends far too much time and processing power thinking of new ways to showcase his love for Geordi, it took several years for them to convince Data to wear a regular and baggy t shirt but now they love them
Chapter 6: Mamma’s Boy
Summary:
B4 has his weekly counselling session with Deanna - with only a few tears, one massive hug, and one spilt drink… it went well.
Now he just has to wait for Lore to come home so B4 can give him his super amazing gift.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
B4 sat inside Deanna’s office, waiting for her to finish replicating them both a hot chocolate. He liked Deanna, she was kind and gentle and they met up weekly to talk about how he was and how he was doing - even when he would cry or scream about his stress or anger she would be calm and talk him through it, which was really nice because most people got annoyed very quickly with him.
“Here you got sweetie, one hot chocolate, complete with marshmallows and sprinkles” She handed him a large mug, it was light purple and had some kind of grip around it that made it easier for him to hold. Deanna sat down opposite where he was sitting on the sofa in her own armchair - she always sat there and she had a table next to it where she kept her pads and drinks. They both took a sip and breathed happily at the warmth and taste.
“It's lovely, thank you” B4 continued sip carefully, making sure not to drop the mug or choke himself (again) on a rouge marshmallow or sprinkle.
“Anytime sweetie” Deanna held her drink in her lap, looking at him with concern? Worry? Fear? Sadness? in her eyes that confused him - had he done something wrong? Had Lore done something wrong!?
“Earlier, Lore stormed out of the bridge”
Oh, that meant Lore was upset…
“According to Will and Worf, he was fine one minute… then he suddenly stood up, smashing the helms console and left without saying anything to either of them, I checked and he was last seen storming inside your quarters and hasn’t come out since” she sighed, taking another sip of her drink before speaking again “You know him better than anyone else, did anything happen this morning that could have upset him?”
No?
The comments! B4 wished he heard them so he could know what had upset Lore so much.
“On our way to school, some people said some mean things to him in the hallway, he seemed… bothered by them” He looked down to his drink now half empty and sighed, a sadness filling his heart and soul knowing that he wasn’t able to comfort Lore enough to make it all ok - instead he probably made it worse and now Lore was hurt and hiding himself away again. “I don’t… I don’t know what they said… I tried to help, make him feel better but I” His voice started to tremble and his vision went fuzzy from the tears building in the corners of his eyes - he tried to wipe them away with one of his sleeves.
“I’m sure you helped him more than you know, it’s just that Lore… just sometimes can’t be consoled sweetie, it’s just the way he is” Deanna sighed and placed a hand on his knee, squeezing firmly in a way that helped him remember to breathe and calm himself down.
“B, but I… I-“ Panic rising, B4 dropped his mug and felt the burning chocolate run down his legs while he tried desperately to wipe away his now never ending flow of tears and sobs.
Deanna must have moved over to the sofa next to him because the next thing he knew he felt himself being pulled down until his face rested on her shoulder - his hands rubbing circled into his back and stroking his hair in a slow, calming beat. She spoke words of comfort, he couldn’t understand them but he knew the sound of her voice whenever she did - soft, warm, loving, it reminded him of mama when he knew her.
It was so frustrating! Data had so much control over their emotions and it always felt like B4 was one second away from a complete meltdown!! Always a giant slobbering crybaby - it was pathetic! He’s the oldest, he should be better than that! A giant man baby who will needed help brushing his his fucking hair in the morning - why did anyone even like him? Why did anyone even tolerate him?? Why did Lore like him? Out of everyone, why did he put up with so much constant bullying and mocking behind his back just so he could pretend like he loves B4? Was it really worth it for the sex? Lore hated nearly everyone so what made him so special? Especially when most of their relationship consisted of Lore taking care of him like a parent, babying him - having to do nearly everything for him since he couldn’t himself. It wasn’t fair!!
Over thinking, asking the same questions over and over and over again because he was too stupid to answer them - he sat and cried into Deanna's shoulder for what felt like hours.
After a while he stopped crying, and a while after that he pulled back, mumbling an apology while Deanna used some nearby tissues to clean up his face.
“It’s ok sweetie, it seems like that had been building up for a while, it’s healthy to let these emotions out once and while ok?”
“…ok” He was tired, he wanted to argue and say how he should have better control of his emotions but he just… sat there and looked down to his lap, fiddling with his now soaked sleeves on his ruined jumpsuit - stained with cold chocolate and tears.
“Sweetie…” Deanna used a gentle hand to guide his chin so he was looking at her again, her eyes soft and understanding. ‘“Come here”
Deanna sat sideways on the sofa back against the arm rest, patting the space between her legs, B4 looked away - he wasn’t a baby! He was fine- “Bee, come one sweetie”
“Don’t wanna”
“Riiiiiight, of course not” Deanna's voice was mocking, but in a kind way - she reached out and grabbed his arm, guiding him until he lay on her with his head against her chest. “It’s ok to need comfort, it’s ok to be vulnerable Bee, we all love you as you are, imperfections and so called broken parts and all” She used both hands to run through his hair, her breathing and heart rate slow and calming. He wrapped his arms around her waist and DID NOT cry and ruin her dress like a baby.
It took a while but he stopped crying, could breathe normally again without feeling like his chest would explode. He stayed where he was, pressing himself further, nuzzling up to Deanna until he was nothing more than a curled up ball in her lap - small… he felt small and safe.
“I think Lore’s only able to be as stable as he is because of you” Deanna spoke softly after a while, B4 didn’t respond, he opened his eyes to look up at her - she was joking right? “You don’t believe me, but I can tell you that for a fact sweetie”
Why? If B4 was the cause of Lore’s mistreatment, the reason his life was filled with nothing but boring and constant caring for him when Lore could be doing much, much more with his life - why would he ever be able to help him in any way?
“You help stabilize his emotions, in a way you’re his grounding presence that helps him to stay in reality when he gets overwhelmed. He needs you, whether or not either of you want to believe it, without your comfort I believe Lore wouldn’t have even made it out of Maddox’s lab… with no reason to escape he likely would have stayed there forever, slowly going more and more mad until his brain fried itself out of existence” She spoke as slowly as she always did, giving him time to listen and take in everything, time to understand what she was saying.
He moved his head to look up at her, she smiled down at him - warmly and filled with understanding. “The only reason Lore broke out of that lab was because he thought they were going to keep hurting you if he didn’t, he told me so himself very early on during one of our sessions”
“Really?” His voice was quiet and strained, but she was lying ri-
“Really really” She gave him a big squeeze, pressing her forehead to his “Really, I mean it”
Again, they laid silent for a while, B4 taking the time to more properly understand everything she had said - Deanna was always nice when he spoke to her every week. She always went slowly, giving him lots of praise and affection while he tried (and often failed) to understand his confusing emotions and thoughts.
“My clothes are all dirty….” Quiet, he didn’t want to upset her by changing the conversation… but he felt gross and sticky all over and really needed to change. “Can we… um, can you”
“Of course I can sweetie, I’m here to help you, whatever form that takes ok?” She ran a hand over his cheek and held it there while she spoke, the same warm smile she always had made him feel less shitty for asking - like it always did.
B4 mumbled a thank you, and Deanna helped him stand from the sofa - it was always a struggle for her to physically help him move about due to the face he was over a head taller than her, but she tried her best (and she probably had training how to handle and help others like him cause she was smart). She went over and tapped away on her pad for a few minutes before putting it away in a drawer on her desk.
Walking back over to B4, she took his arm in her own and beamed a smile up at him “Well then, I think someone’s due a bath and a clean set of clothes, shall we go?”
A bath?
A bath!
He nodded a tad bit over enthusiastically judging by Deanna’s laughter before he started to drag her out the door with her, easily keeping her pace with him because of how often this happened - she was always the first to offer to help wash him when he needed it (besides Lore, but he had… other reasons to get him in the bathtub a lot of the time). “Let’s go!!”
They got to B4 and Lore’s home and went inside, with his arm still held by Deanna B4 was led into the bathroom connected to his bedroom and made to sit down while she ran the bath.
“I vote… strawberry or raspberry bubbles, don’t you think?” She tapped her chin while looking at the row of bubble baths - it was a tough decision to make. Both were good, really good, maybe a third option? No, they were all nice, that’s why they were there. He sat and thought for a moment, before Deanna reached up and pulled a bottle off the shelf, holding it in front of him for approval.
“Maybe a vanilla and rose scent? It’s very floral and sweet, like you” He nodded because that sounded perfect! “Very good, now I’m going to get you a change of clothes, can you watch the water for me?”
“I can!!” He turned and shuffled the chair over to the tub, leaning forward so he could watch the bubbles slowly start forming after Deanna turned on the taps and poured in the bubble bath.
She came back after a short while and placed a set of neatly folded clothes on the side before turning off the taps and walking to stand before him.
“Come on then, let’s get this nasty jumpsuit off you”
She was his favourite out of everyone who wasn’t Lore, Data or Geordi - she was like his mama, it was never weird when she cared for him, it felt like the most normal thing in the universe when she would help him.
B4 often wondered what having a real childhood would have been like - since he was technically born fully grown, and spent most of his life basically dead. He imagined, or he hoped, it would be like the days he was with Deanna - but all the time. She would spend the day letting him nap on her, play with him with all the fun toys and colouring books she kept in her home only for him to use whenever he went over - she never judged or made mean comments like other people on the ship did, just let him be. If having a childhood was like that everyday, he wished so much he had one.
She carefully stripped him down, placing the dirty clothes in the laundry for Lore to take care of later, and guided him into the tub (the tub was slippery and he always fell over if he wasn’t helped in and out). She spent her time to clean him up with a soft flannel and more flowery soap until he felt cleaner than he’d ever been, both of them giggling over B4 constant attempts to put bubbles in her hair (it never worked, but was fun)
She got him dried and dressed - purple jogging bottoms and an oversized blue jumper with a big smiley face on the front - before they went into the living area and sat on the floor in front of the big ‘coffee table’ in the centre of the sofas that B4 had claimed as his own - it held his art, pads and a few toys he liked the most.
Deanna listened while he showed her a new artwork he was making - he’d recently gotten into disassembling random devices, laying out their parts in nice neat little grids, taking photos, and using those as references for his art. It was going well - although Lore was angry at the new mess B4 had made all over the living area floor besides the table and the many, many storage tubs of random mechanical bits he’d collected.
“Well Bee, I have to go get ready for my next appointment but it’s been really nice to see your art, and I hope I have been successful in cheering you up” Deanna leant over and squeezed his arm, giving him a warm smile before standing up and smoothing her dress down - how she’d managed to keep her dress so clean was a mystery to him (he figured it was her grace and likely magic powers as a princess).
“Ok, can we talk again next week? On the same day?” He leaned up and she beant down to press her lips against his forehead. “Please?”
“Of course we can sweetie pie, I’ll write it down and count down the time until it” Deanna ruffled his hair and walked towards the door - turning back to give him one last smile before she left “I’d say stay safe, but I think Lore’s going to need a lot of… stress relief this evening, so I’ll just say to be careful so you don’t end up in sick bay again”
“I make NO promises!” B4 winked and they both laughed, before she said her final goodbye and left. Leaving him sitting alone in the living area.
He hated being alone.
It was quiet, he hated quiet.
“Computer, how long until Lore comes back from work”
“Ensign Lore does not finish his shift for another hour and 19 minutes”
“Oh… thank you”
Half hour later, half hour of B4 trying to concentrate on his art or watch a cartoon but not being able to focus because he was waiting for Lore to come back - a ping came from the computer.
“There is a parcel being delivered to your quarters - do you wish to accept”
A parcel….?
A PARCEL!!
“Yes! Please Miss Computer, thank you!” He shot up and ran over to the table in the kitchen area where the mail would usually appear - as he did a beam appeared and disappeared, leaving behind a long, flat box containing the gift he’d been waiting to arrive for MONTHS.
He squeeled out loud, running around the entire room of the living/kitchen/dining area, excitingly flapping his hands around until he felt calm enough to return to the box.
Opening it revealed the gift - he knew what it was called, totally - Lore had mentioned wanting one at some point due to it craftsmanship and his recent obsession with the history of blades across the galaxy - so B4 had looked at his Federation credits (he’d get them monthly in case they went anywhere so he could buy himself things if it was a colony or planet that used actual ‘money’) with Worf and Will then ordered it specially for his favourite person.
Now he was excited!!
He wrapped himself up in his favourite blanket and sat on the sofa with the box hidden behind him, bouncing slightly while he waited for Lore to come back.
And waited.
And waited.
Lore was late home.
He was never late home.
Notes:
Notes: B4 is a special lil baby and needs constant love and affection in the form of babying him - difficult when he’s one of the tallest people on the ship and weighs more than twice as much as most people, Deanna loves her big emotional son and is always available for hugs and caregiving
Chapter 7: A Romantic Evening (Somewhat)
Summary:
Lore and B4 spend the evening together - ft a gift that is very well received, kinky knife play, existential dread, android fun time, cuddles and sleepy time
Notes:
OK WARNINGS
Knife play - literally, a knife that is used to slice someone’s throat (he’s fine)
Mentions/references to self harm (he’s fine)
Fade to black for the smutty sex scene
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Lore ran back to his quarters, annoyed that he let the time pass without him noticing - considering this was the first evening of his first actual vacation since he started working on this fucking ship, he had wanted to get back early and set up something nice for them both.
He had no idea what would be classed as ‘nice’ for an evening together - maybe some of the idiots favourite movies? Lore doubted B4 would really care for fancy meals and romantic gestures and his idea of a nice evening together would likely be going through his playlist of Disney movies while cuddled together under a mountain of blankets for the night.
Which… Lore hated, obviously.
The man was warm - quite literally as his systems always ran about 5ish degrees Celsius above what they should be, so Lore’s favourite place was to curl up to B4’s side and just rest his head on his chest for a while as B4 rambled on about whatever random topics he could think of during the movies. This was a privilege only he had access to, B4 was HIS baby after all, so he would allow himself to indulge in the idiot’s body whenever he wanted - and because he actually… gave… really nice hugs.
He got outside his and B4’s shared quarters and took a moment to smooth his hair back and catch his breath from running all the way here before opening the door and heading inside. Figuring B4 was probably on the sofa playing games on his pad he quickly took off his shoes and jacket before turning and walking over to the main living area.
He stopped as soon as he turned to face the living area - seated on the large 3 seater sofa underneath several large fluffy blankets, surrounded by plushies, looking at him with a wide grin and open arms… was B4, excitedly wiggling and grasping his hands towards him.
“Hiiiiiiii!!!” He was beaming with excitement, had he been waiting for Lore this whole time? Judging by his impatience - and the few tears Lore could see B4 quickly wiping with his sleeves not so subtly - that was likely what had happened.
Lore smiled, rolled his eyes and sighed. “Hi, is there something you want?” B4 gave a loud huff before reaching his arms out further in an attempt to lure him over “oh a hug? You want a hug? Hmmm, I’ve got some work to do before I officially start my vacation, I might go to bed early so I can spend some time alone on it” B4’s smile dropped into a frown “So no time for snuggles tonight sadly, I’m a busy man y’know”
“Pleeeeaaaasssseeeee” B4 continued his attempts to lure Lore over with big pleading puppy eyes and sad whines. “I’ve set up one of my favourite movies and one of yours and I’ve got blankets and we can cuddle while we watch them and it’ll be fun and really nice!! You’re late back and I missed you!! Please?”
He crossed his arms and raised a brow, looking between B4 and the screen where in fact the baby’s favourite movie was paused at the beginning, B4 had set up the same thing he would have done - the idiot knew him too well and honestly it was impressive.
“Come oooooonnnnn, you know you wanna” Still with wide open arms, B4 huffed and dropped them slightly “Please? My arms are starting to hurt”
Lore laughed a little, shaking his head while walking over to stand in front of the needy idiot - immediately he was dragged down into straddling B4’s lap and squeezed half to death. Lore readjusted himself to have his legs rested either side of B4’s lap and resting on the sofa, his arms loosely wrapped around B4’s waist, head resting on his shoulder while he continued to nearly break his spine with the hug.
After a while B4 pushed him back so they were looking at each other - sitting like this was nice because Lore was almost at eye level with him and didn’t feel like he was 4ft tall compared to the oversized idiot. He expected some kind of demand - treats, hugs, kisses, more movies or who knows what else.
To his surprise B4 pulled out a small box from behind his back, wrapped in black paper with a red ribbon - poorly done, clearly by himself which made it look adorable. It was long, shallow and simply a box, giving no indication to what was inside.
“But first - I got you a gift!” B4 smiled and it was honestly the most gorgeous thing Lore had ever seen, he placed the box in his hands and sat fiddling with his own nervously. “I ordered it aaaages ago and it finally arrived”
“A gift?” B4 wasn’t one to give gifts, Lore usually spoiled B4 with gifts (hence the abundance of blankets and plushies that filled their quarters) not the other way around. Feeling the weight in his hands didn’t help to even guess what it could be - it was heavy, but not really at the same time. It made no noise when he shook it gently, and underneath the wrapping paper seemed to be another box to contain the actual gift so that was less than helpful as well. “Why’d you get me a gift?”
“Cause I love you”
“R- right, of course, I mean obviously that’s the reason” Oh my god stop flustering and open the present! B4 always seemed to easily break down Lore’s carefully manicured exterior. He was just… too genuine for his own good. “Can I open it?” Lore looked into B4’s eyes who simply nodded excitedly with his hands together.
“Ok, let’s see what this is then” He carefully removed the ribbon and threw it behind him, then ripped through the wrapping paper to toss it aside as well. It was, so far, as expected - a small black lidded box. Lifting the lid revealed the actual gift, sitting on a soft bed of fabric, secured down with small easily removed straps.
A Klingon D’K Tahg, which was basically a glorified knife - a hidden button at the handle popped 2 smaller blades at the base of it for maximum stabbyness. It was… pretty. The blade was the usual silver colour, polished to perfection and the handle was mostly black with details in deep shades of red and purple. The details on the cross guard appeared to be small diagrams of circuitry that were beautifully impressive looking, and a closer inspection of the handle and blade showed it was… hand made?
Not replicated, hand forged and crafted.
“How much did this cost you??” B4 didn’t have a job! And no one on the ship got paid anyway so where the fuck did he even get the money to have this thing made? “Actually, I don’t care, it’s really nice, it’s wonderful actually”
“Do you like it?”
“I do, it’s…” Lore was twirling the blade in his left hand after tossing aside the box, watching how it glistened in the light was mesmerising - the forges on Qo’Nos were the best in the galaxy for weaponry. Even in small blades such as this, the quality was unmatched and couldn’t be replicated perfectly (hence how he knew it was real), the blade able to retain its sharpness for generations, through countless battles and bodies. “It’s almost as sparkling and beautiful as you are”
B4 looked at him with wide open eyes and a big goofy grin - did he say that out loud?
“Really?”
“Yes, now don’t tell anyone I said that or I’ll have your head” He was mocking - slightly - Lore wasn’t all that comfortable with such barf-inducing romantic gestures, and the last thing he needed was more reasons for people to call him soft and pathetic.
He still held the blade’s handle in one hand, running a thumb over the detailing on it - he was impressed with B4’s ability to keep a secret like this and also with his design choices, it wasn’t very far off what he would have done honestly.
He stared at the blade… thinking…slightly mesmerised by how it shined in the light, how from certain angles he could see himself reflected in it - a distorted and twisted view of himself that for the briefest moment made his thoughts stutter and freeze… was that how people saw him?
A twisted reflection of something better?
Curious, he pressed the tip of the blade into the index finger of his other hand, letting it easily glide in until he felt it hit the solid structure of his ‘skeleton’, where it was only stopped because he was simply built of a stronger metal than it was. Sighing, he slid it down his finger until it reached his palm, slicing his finger wide open and allowing golden yellow blood to pour out of it and cover everything with its fake metallic shine.
Not many things could so easily pierce his bioplast - and he knew that better than anyone else - and in the second it took for him to test the blade on his finger his mind wandered back to this morning… the comments… the laughing…
… t h e m o c k i n g …
“…Lore?”
“Are you ok?”
He felt the blade being removed from his hand - snapping back to reality he looked up to see B4 looking down at him with tears in his eyes and golden blood all over his hands and clothes.
Oh fuck.
“Sorry,,,, I, I just…. Um, let me help you clean up” He panicked - and rand over to the bathroom to quickly run a regenerator over his finger (and palm? when did that happen?) trying not to look at it or think about how he’d let himself slip and do that in front of B4, his B4, his baby… again. He sighed and looked at himself in the mirror for a moment while he washed the blood off his hands.
Was he always this tired looking?
Did he always have that pathetic look of desperation in his eyes?
He walked out the room quickly, grabbing B4 a clean set of pjs on the way - his usual black jogging bottoms and… a standard t-shirt with an all over print of rainbow hearts and flowers - he’d put his on later, for now he just wanted to get B4 changed and lay down in his arms for a while…
So he walked out into the living area, trying his best to act like he was fine. B4 was sitting exactly where he’d left him, fiddling with the hem of his jumper looking like he was trying his best not to cry even more than he already was (that was of his FAVOURITE jumpers, that Lore had RUINED with his own stupidity). Lore walked over, placing the clean clothes on the table before helping the giant baby undress. When he was sitting on the sofa in his underwear, Lore helped B4 slip into his new clean pjs - B4 nodded approval at the choice of shirt before nearly falling over when Lore made him stand up to put the bottoms on.
But eventually he was dressed, and of course, before Lore could stop him - B4 ran over to Lore’s bedroom and waited by the door, rocking on his heels with his hands behind his back… waiting.
“Can I change later?” Lore wasn’t annoyed, but he really didn’t have the energy right now.
The only response was a rapid shaking of B4’s head before he gestured over to the locked door with a smile.
Moaning internally, Lore walked over to his bedroom - unlocking the door and walking inside to retrieve his own set… of course, of matching pjs.
He walked back outside after changing his own clothes, immediately being picked up and hugged by the baby - who was, as always, BEYOND excited to be ‘twinning’ with his favourite… brother, person, friend, lover? In the universe - and carried back to the sofa where B4 sat back down with Lore now between his legs. He reached back and grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa and buried them both underneath it - trapping Lore in a warm, cozy prison for the evening (how tragic)
Lore had to re-adjust a bit so he could actually be comfortable, wiggling around until he was able to lay his back again B4’s lower abdomen and rest his head on his chest - closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh as his body relaxed to the soothing embrace, feeling the overwhelming warmth, softness and hum of the giant baby bear underneath him. B4 seemed to sense this and gently ran his hands up and down Lore’s side in clumsy, slow circles.
“You had a bad day”
Lore felt soft lips being pressed against his forehead, he leaned up into them when they pulled away just to keep the contact there.
“I did”
“Maybe… maybe the gift was a bad idea to give to you tonight” Lore needed his touch, his warmth - it helped ground him, keep him in reality. He grabbed B4’s arms and wrapped them around himself, feeling… secure, warm, cosy… small, safe.
“Probably, but to be fair most of what we do could be classed as ‘bad ideas” He looked everywhere in the room except up, to not look at the gentle eyes looking at him with concern and pity. Lore hated himself for ruining such a well thought out gift - especially one from B4, since that much thought into anything was difficult for the idiot. He intertwined their hands together on his lower abdomen, stroking the back of B4’s hand slightly with his thumb in an attempt to calm the anxiety he could feel in the rising heart rate of the man beneath him.
“Which movie did you pick? Y’know, you have so many favourites it’s hard to keep track of what happens in them all - can you explain this one to me again?”
Halfway through the second movie (one of Lore’s favourites, a recent re-make of Dracula), B4 started to shift underneath him - his legs were restless, tensing and wiggling and after only a few seconds Lore was annoyed.
He was about to complain about B4 interrupting the movie, when he realised why B4 was now fidgeting - as he felt a very obvious bulge gently pressed against his back.
B4 was… excitable, and it was the time for their usually nightly… activities (Lore was late back, so movie time was running over its normal time)
But B4 made no effort to pursue this further, likely wanting to finish the movie before they did anything, but his movements were anxious - done with a lot of restraint and attempts at subtlety that did not work. Lore figured B4 didn’t want him to notice the very obvious erection pressed against him so kept trying to re-adjust.
Lore decided to tease the baby, have a bit of fun with him - he was far more subtle in his movements, but the effect was apparent. Slight nudges, small shifts of his weight - B4’s breath was heavy against his ear, hands firmly gripping the sofa beneath himself to try and keep himself under control. Slowly Lore worked himself upwards until he was basically sat on B4’s lap - feeling a very prominent poking between his ass cheeks that were trying desperately not to move against them.
B4’s sexual subroutine was… basic and simple, and as such was unable to be stopped once it had commenced (he, and of course Data, could simply turn it off in an instant if needed). Lore knew this of course, but it was amusing to see the baby try and try again to control himself - desperately trying not to thrust up against Lore’s ass but failing miserably. His breath was hot and heavy against Lore’s ear, the small not so subtle humps to his ass we’re getting more and more obvious.
So Lore slowly began moving his hips, carefully and deliberately until B4 was a gasping moaning mess behind him. Then continuing for a while longer, enjoying the sense of power, the control, the neediness he could feel from the man underneath him - the overwhelming smell of arousal in the air that was almost suffocating.
Neither said anything as they got into a slow rhythm, B4 trying his best to raise his hips in time with Lore’s movements, but already overwhelmed with lust the most he could do was fall back against the sofa, covering his face with his arms to muffle his moans.
Then he stopped, and sat still - going back to simply watching the movie like nothing had happened and B4 wasn’t a mess underneath him.
It took a moment to register, but then B4 creeped his hands up towards Lore’s hips - sliding under the fabric of his bottoms and underwear to firmly grip at his hips - pulling him closer in an attempt to get more friction, but Lore remained still despite his best efforts. B4’s strength outmatched himself and Data, but his coordination was barely on par with the average human, so it was laughably easy for Lore to resist him.
Realising this wasn’t working, B4 leaned forward until he was pressed firmly against Lore’s back, moving to instead wrap his arms under Lore’s shirt and around his chest to pull him closer. He pressed his face into the crook of Lore’s neck and whined directly into his ear, into his heart that almost gave in to his demands because of how adorable he was when like this.
“What’s wrong?” Lore leaned his head back so the idiot had better access, and gently reached and grabbed one of B4’s hands - holding it securely and moving it to hover ever so slightly above his own erection. “Does my baby want something?”
A loud groan, and the other hand crept down to palm at Lore’s cock through far too many layers. Lore grabbed it and pulled it away, B4 continued to whine and protest into his neck, slowly thrusting himself against Lore’s ass.
“Gotta use your words baby, especially if you want something from me”
“I…” Mumbled, strained, d e s p e r a t e, against his neck. “Pl,,,leeeease”
“Please what?”
There was a time when Lore took what he wanted without asking, but eventually he found it much more fun to make B4 ask for it - especially since he struggled so much to form words when his mind was… occupied with other things.
The sound of him begging to be fucked, to be ruined, to be completely destroyed - was more than enough most days to make Lore cum first before he even did anything, then he would go on for several hours pumping load after load into B4 until he was sure he could fit no more and then continue on for a while longer. From a technical standpoint, they could orgasm infinitely as long as they had the fluids, so to have the program reach an ‘ending’ required mental completion - to be emotionally satisfied with the orgasm/s… and Lore was never satisfied, at least not until he was in double digits and the 3rd hour.
“Loo,,,reeee, pleeeaaaassseeee” He felt heavy breaths against his ear, small quick kisses pressed against it between slurred words. “I,,,, fuuuu… pleaseee fffffu,,,ck me plEASE”
Oh that was desperate - clearly he had a bad day as well, if he was already this needy for release.
Lore stood up and turned around, standing over B4 in between his legs - looking down at the hunched over figure below him that was trying desperately to catch his breath.
He reached over and grabbed it off the table, before gently sliding the tip of the blade he was gifted underneath B4’s chin and using it to guide his head until he was looking up at Lore with wide eyes, pressing it just far enough into the skin there to be felt, but no further.
“I assume you got me this for… your own purposes, yes?” He glided the tip - just shy of slicing into the golden yellow skin - in a straight line side to side along his throat, “I can’t think of any other purpose you would be ok with me having one of these” Deep breaths, heavy swallows, B4’s mouth opening and closing in an attempt to speak, Lore slide the blade sideways until the full thing was against B4’s neck, mere atoms away from slicing it completely open.
He clearly tried to speak, but all that came out B4’s mouth was heavy breaths and quiet whines.
B4 pressed himself forwards, the blade immediately piercing the skin and causing a slow trickle of gold to flow down and, once again, stain his clean clothes. Lore held his breath and watched as B4’s mouth widened to a grin and his eyes rolled - letting out a loud moan, clearly very happy with his purchase.
Tears flowed down the beautiful, angelic face of his baby - joining the stream that flowed from his neck in drenching his clothes in not quite tears, not quite blood.
God, the sight - the SIGHT, of him so needy… so desperate, to go through such lengths just to feel something. Lore thanked their creator everyday that B4 needed such… intense stimulation, to get him off (he thanked Soong for nothing else). He was probably the only person who COULD survive fucking Lore, let alone orgasm multiple times from it. Lore’s sexual subroutine had ‘corrupted’ long, long ago, mixing with his aggressive and power hungry ego to make it so he could ever really orgasm properly when covered in someone’s blood and hearing them screaming underneath him - and the amount of… ‘tender loving care’ it took to make B4 orgasm would kill any pathetic mortal within minutes… so they really were a perfect fit.
He pressed the blade further, d e e p e r , before gliding it against the bioplast in one motion, leaving a wide gaping slice behind it as the blade lost contact with its victim, moving his arm to the side until it lay against his own side, pooling gold onto the floor beneath him.
B4 stuttered, wide eyed and (from the grin on his face still) overjoyed at the experience. A deep flow of molten gold exploded from his throat down his chest, onto his lap and all over Lore - he briefly considered water fountains, looking through his banks to see if he could find one to compare him to, but he found nothing so said nothing. Simply watching with a tilted head and an amused smile to see what B4 would do next, he’d need to do something soon before his fluid reserves depleted.
He sat, twitching, gasping for air, eyes darting between Lore and down at the blade now at his side - he was clearly having far too much fun to be able to think properly.
Lore sighed, moving to wrap one hand around B4’s throat - pressing firmly enough to cut off the flow and prevent any more from escaping. “Can’t have you losing all of this too quickly now can we?” B4’s mouth twitched in the same crazed smile he always had whenever Lore hurt him - he was such a fucking machosist to like having his throat slit before being choked half to death. “With my plans for the evening, you’ll need to keep your reserves up or you’ll be cumming dry the whole time”
With a quick smooth motion from the hand that still held it down his side, Lore pressed the tip of the blade once again against his baby - in the centre of his chest this time, pressing through the fabric of his shirt, just shy of piercing right through him.
“Now why don’t you be a good boy for daddy, see if you can reroute the flow and stop the bleeding yourself hm?”
Then something happened, that even Lore hadn’t predicted - he watched as the suns in B4’s eyes rolled up until they were pure white, a deafening mix of groans and static erupted out of his mouth filling the room, permeating Lore’s soul and making his entire body shiver with arousal.
When B4 went slack in his grip moments later, head leaning back with his eyes closed, breathily deeply and uneven - Lore released his throat and stepped back to look down at B4, still keeping the blade against his chest.
“Oh someone like that didn’t they?” With a deep sign, Lore trailed the blade down B4’s body until gliding it up his still throbbing member - letting it rest gently tip to tip against the wet patch that had just formed between his older brothers legs “Someone liked that A LOT it would seem, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cum untouched before” The overcompensating erection was still twitching underneath the black sweatpants, seeming to be very eager to go for another round already.
B4 was leaning back against the couch, head leaned back and staring up at the ceiling with both arms covering his face again - the gash on his throat wide open to his mechanics inside, and with nothing stopping it kept pouring out the not quite blood all down him yet again, joining the fluid that acted as tears and cum, mixing and staining the once white t-shirt a beautiful glistening, shimmering gold.
Curious, wasn’t it? To look, quite literally, inside one’s own lover, to see their skeleton, their veins, their inner workings - Lore knew every single screw and wire that made up B4 internal mechanics, he’d taken him apart and put him back together enough times to do it blindfolded before you could even blink and register that B4 was injured.
Speaking of which, as much fun as it would be to let him slowly bleed out on the sofa - Lore really should stop the biofluid escaping that wound before B4 shuts down or suffers any actual damage.
So he discarded the blade on the table and quickly retrieved the baby’s maintenance pad from his bedroom. Then walked back to stand between B4’s legs with one hand reaching up to gently stroke his arms that were still covering his face - he was still trying to process the orgasm and it’d likely be a while before he came to judging by how intense it looked.
Lore tapped away for a minute or two, before slowly the flow out of B4’s throat lessened slowly until it stopped completely - the rerouting of fluid to avoid damaged and open areas was something his and Data’s systems did automatically of course, but B4 was special so like nearly everything else, it had to be done manually.
He threw the pad on the table behind him and sat on B4’s lap, pressing multiple soft lingering kisses all along his jawline and the parts of his neck that were still intact - careful to avoid the no doubt painful gaping slice in the front.
It took another 17 minutes and 24 seconds for B4 to move his arms, slowly wrapping them around Lore’s torso and pulling him close. Lore carefully wrapped a hand around the back of B’4’s head to support it as he moved his head to look down at Lore with lidded eyes and a gentle smile.
“Tha,,,, g…ood”
“I think that was the longest you’ve been out post orgasm so I assumed it was” A record, he spent the time waiting as always just watching B4 in case something malfunctioned and needed attention - with B4’s rather… primitive systems, it was never ‘too paranoid’ of him to keep an eye on every line of coding that ran through his matrix or to make sure every wire and screw was still in place.
B4 nodded, pulling Lore closer, sliding his hands inside Lore’s shirt in an attempt for more skin contact (something B4 desperately needed constant when he was horny) until he nuzzled himself in the crook of his neck.
With a passion and hunger that could only be from B4, he bit and sucked at the skin there until Lore was certain he’d look as bad as B4 did.
He would tell B4 that he never got anything from having pain inflicted on himself - but the soft gasps and whimpers that escaped his lips when all of a sudden teeth sank into him and drew his own not-quite blood until it was pouring down his own chest gave the lie away.
“Shall we continue in the bedroo-“ A deep bite, a loud moan that he couldn’t contain and deep flush that covered his face. “The bed,,, r, rooooom” Panting as nails dug in and slid down his back and into his underwear to grip at his ass, slowly manhandling him into a steady pace of dry humping both their cocks together while continuing the assault on his neck.
“Bee, bedroom, now” Lore’s tone was as commanding as ever, he moved to stand up and drag B4 and throw him down on his bed and fuck him over and finally relieve all the anger that had built up over the day.
Instead, when Lore stood up, he was swept off his feet and thrown over B4’s shoulder, carried into the bedroom before being thrown into the centre of the bed, landing with a gasp of shock and a bounce on the blankets and plushies.
He went to protest, but before he could, B4 had climbed onto the bed and was quickly and clumsily removing his clothes until Lore lay naked before him. B4’s own clothes were removed even quicker, both sets tossed to the floor in a heap that Lore made a note to clean up later (dried biofluid would never come out, and he did actually like those pjs)
B4 crawled over him until Lore felt trapped underneath his imposing figure - B4’s face was of pure devotion as he looked down at him through lidded eyes with heavy breaths.
“You had a bad day”
“I did…”
What was his plan here? The few times Lore had let B4 penetrate him he was still on top of the baby fucking him ‘cowgirl’ style - he couldn’t even B4 dominate him in any way, his obsession with control and fear of his inadequacies meant he could never truly submit to anyone.
Why did B4 like it so much? To be dominated and fuck until he a mess, until he was twitching and unresponsive, until he was a drooling, brainle-
Ah, that was probably it. Surrendering control over to someone else, being so throughly fucked brain dead that there was no thinking inside his head, or anything at all except pleasure.
But B4, as much as Lore loved him, knew he was… below most other people.
Lore was better, better than anyone or anything in the universe - right?
Right?
Was he better than B4?
Really?
Technically, he was B4’s ‘replacement’ - the better, more advanced version.
So yes, he was better.
But was he?
B4 - despite all his flaws, with all his emotions and passion for life, was the closest to human out of them all.
And he was often something Lore never truly could be.
Happy.
He was happy with himself, despite everything, despite how his body ached when he moved too much, how it shivered when he was cold and cried when he got sad - all these things just a few things ‘wrong’ with him that Soong and Lore considered flaws to be ‘smoothed out’ and fixed - despite this B4 was happy with himself.
He was happy with Lore too, even though he didn’t deserve it.
Happy with Lore’s tantrums, his mood swings, his constant panic attacks and manic episodes, every time Lore swore he saw Soong stalking him in the corridor he was met with only B4’s utmost care and love, every time he heard the screams and pleas of all the colonist of Theta coming for him in the night, he was met with hands over his ears and a blanket wrapped around him to keep him hidden.
B4 loved him, and even with all the computing power in the universe behind him, Lore could never figure out why.
A hand cupping his face snapped him out of his thoughts and back to reality, to see B4 looking down at him still with a soft expression - how long did he lose focus that time? How long had he spent lost in his own thoughts, oblivious to the world around him, too lost in his own paranoia to notice the hours passing by him?
He nuzzled his face into the palm of B4’s hand, taking in a deep breath to try and stay in reality, try and focus on something else that wasn’t his own thoughts.
Maybe,
Sometimes,
Being brain dead had its appeal.
He looked up to B4, sighing and taking in a breath, he wasn’t scared of losing control… he was scared of not getting it back.
Still.
“…help me forget it” God his voice sounded desperate and pathetic. B4 raised a brow at this sudden shift in Lore’s personality, looking at him in silence for a while, likely trying to figure out if this was a trick or just Lore’s fucked up way of teasing him. “Please?”
“Ok”
And then B4 kissed him - slowly, clumsily… passionately. Lore’s mind shutting off every input and processing that wasn’t the overwhelming warmth that rippled through him when B4 gently pressed his tongue into his mouth, making every part of him feel loved and wanted.
Against his own will, Lore grabbed hold of B4’s arms too tightly to try and push him off - the feeling of being trapped made him panic, he needed to get out he need to-
His hands were removed - even with the force it required to break his grip it felt like B4 was handling a flower, a delicate, preserved flower that would surely shatter if he held onto it too tightly. His hands were moved above his head and held there for a few minutes with a single hand while B4 rummaged through the drawers next to his bed - a familiar clinking of metal could be heard when he found what he was looking for.
An unfamiliar feeling of cold pressed against his wrists, replacing the warmth of B4’s hand that was there moments before. Lore tried a tug at the restraints that bound him to the headboard of the bed above his head - but given he designed them for B4 he had no chance of ever even bending them, let alone breaking free of them.
B4’s hands came to his face, mirrored on each side - caressing down his face, around the edges of his ears, tracing down his jawline until they lifted his chin and his lips were re-captured in tender love of a kiss far too skillful to be coming from B4 of all people.
He pondered where B4 could have gotten so good at this when a soft gasp escaped his mouth when finally a slow pace was built up between their two erections pressing against each other. It was torture, Lore had usually already cum at least twice inside of him at this point - and B4 was taking his damn time to get things started.
Maybe that was the point?
He tried not to think, it was easy when all he could process was the slow… slow… buildup of his orgasm that seemed to be edging him for hours.
He came once, as did B4 - but it was enough to leave him feeling far more satisfied than the dozens he usually would have.
Lore was wrapped in strong arms, held against a warm chest and didn’t want to move ever again. But the alarm went off for bath time, and the last thing he needed was B4’s bedtime routine being disrupted - he would be ok now, but Lore would probably be pissed at himself in the morning for not cleaning up.
So he dragged himself out of the bed, dragged B4 into the bathroom and gave them both a quick once over with a washcloth to clean them up - taking time with a regenerator to seal up B4’s neck finally (leaving not a trace there was anything ever there)
When he dragged them both back to the bedroom, he rummaged through B4’s drawers and dressed them both in random shirts and boxers - he didn’t have the energy to retrieve his own matching set from his room so b4 would just have to live with it. When that was done he simply removed the top blanket that was a mess from their… activities, and threw it to the floor in the pile with their dirty clothes.
And then he crawled back under the covers and laid on his side - B4 joined moments later, curling up behind him and pulling Lore close to him.
“Bad day, good night?”
“Oh that’s a shit joke Bee, go to sleep”
“Love you” Hands wrapped around his waist and under his shirt to rest their warmth on his abdomen.
Suddenly whatever was bothering him earlier didn’t seem to matter anymore, as long as B4 was around to wrap him in his arms and keep his mind busy and his heart loved… he would be safe.
“…Love you even more”
And at 10.05, B4 fell asleep. At 10.30, after making sure nothing went wrong and B4 was properly asleep for the night, Lore fell asleep as well.
Notes:
Notes: B4 is a freaky lil guy cause he doesn’t know any better and cause his systems are so terrible he needs intense ‘stimulation’ to get off, Lore is just a freak there’s not excuses, Lore suffers from visual/auditory hallucinations because idk it just makes sense in my head, B4 suffers from ‘too cute for his own good’
Chapter 8: Romantic Evening
Summary:
Geordi and Data spend an evening together - a gift, a cuddle, and some fun times ensue
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Geordi arrived back home to see Data quietly working away on their painting in the corner, and after taking a second or so to put down their paintbrushes (and for Geordi to place the gift on the coffee table for later) Data walked over and wrapped their arms around him, pulling him close until he was entirely encapsulated by their presence and had his face full of Data’s chest.
“Welcome home my love, did your day go well?” They were resting their heads atop Geordi’s and slowly rubbing calming circles into his back with one hand - as always, Data’s voice was calm and soothing to hear after a day’s work.
“Everything in Engineering went according to plan minus one appearance from Lore that I wasn’t expecting” Geordi muffled a laugh at the memory of Lore being so vulnerable and soft before remembering why he was like that and frowning slightly. “He was… upset”
“I read the report from Commander Riker about what happened on the bridge, and from my own theories I have an idea of why he was upset”
“I just feel sorry for him, y’know?” He pulled slightly back from the embrace, just enough to look up and meet Data’s eyes to show he was serious. “All that shit going round in his head, all the effort he puts into just trying to be better and not slip back into old habits and people just… don’t see it, or they don’t care”
“It is… unfortunate how people on board treat him” Their face, as always when the topic of Lore came up, was neutral - anyone would say Data didn’t care about Lore at all, but by the way his voice wavered every so slightly and the pause in his sentence, it was clear to Geordi they were even more concerned about Lore than he was, even if they didn’t want to admit it.
“Unfortunate? Data it’s one report away from being downright criminal! If anyone else on board was treated the way he is they’d be reprimanded by the Captain himself and sent off to another ship!! But because it’s Lore no one cares”
“You care” They moved a hand to gently hold Geordi’s face, using their thumb to caress his cheek (in the exact rhythm, place, speed and pressure to immediately calm him down and have Geordi melting into it)
“I do, because someone has to keep your brothers sane Data, and it sure as hell isn’t them now is it” He was leaning on the hand, supported by Data’s arm around his waist keeping him upright so he didn’t fall onto the floor in a lovesick mess.
Data gave a small smile before sighing and looking off the side “If anything, I believe they only further each other’s… lack of self control”
“That’s one way of saying they match each other’s freak yeah”
Data stopped themself before they spoke, eyes looking over to the kitchen and Geordi was about to moan at them for being rude before they promptly walked into the kitchen and to the oven, pulling out what could only be described as one of the most amazing smells Geordi’s ever experienced - which could only mean one thing, and that was that Data had cooked for the evening.
Geordi walked over to stand opposite the kitchen island at the side of the dining area (away from the kitchen where Data was walking all over doing all sorts of final touches to the plates slowly being piled with food)
“According to the school’s report from today, B4 also had a troubling day my love” Data was plating up one of Geordi’s favourites - a home cooked roast dinner and he was too busy drooling at the sight and smell of it to listen to what Data said.
When everything was plated up and the two sat down to enjoy their meal together that’s when Data repeated what they had said earlier.
“Hm, maybe they both need a vacation”
“I do not understand” Data did their classic head tilt and a raised brow at the question, Geordi spoke in between mouthfuls of food.
“Well, when humans get stressed, they go on vacation, take a break from their normal life to just… relax y’know? Not think about anything but enjoying themself”
“I see, but why would that help them? They are not exactly… normal, especially by human standards”
“Because your brothers are ticking time bombs of stress Data, both of them are dealing with their own trauma and instabilities, it’s a miracle either of them are still functioning honestly” Geordi thought for a moment - the brothers brains were based off human ones, so how would you help a human in the same situation? A vacation.
“When was the last time either of them were off ship?”
“I believe Lore was involved in the exploration of plan-“
“No Data I meant like, for recreation purposes, not work related”
“Lore has only left the ship for brief periods to assist in away missions under heavy guard, and B4 is not allowed off ship as myself and Counsellor Troi fear the experiences would overwhelm him”
“So both of them are essentially trapped on board yeah? No wonder they’re stressed, they’ve got nowhere to breathe”
They had finished their meals and sat thinking, Data was likely looking through centuries of papers on stress and claustrophobia to find some way of helping in the matter.
“We could always just go away for a few weeks, the four of us, somewhere quiet where we those two can relax and we can keep an eye on them, it’ll be a nice experience for them both, to see more of the universe that isn’t just this ship, to experience things, not just see things out of the windows”
“That is not a bad idea my love,”
“The real question is where to go? Not many places can keep two androids with adhd occupied”
“We could go simple and visit Risa, with the added benefit if my brothers do get bored of the resort they can… entertain each other”
“Best not to think about it, but honestly that’s a great idea”
While Geordi cleaned up the plates and kitchen, Data sat on the sofa with a pad in hand - apparently being the 2nd officer on board the flag ship of Starfleet gets you special privileges, such as immediate bookings on whichever Risa resort they wanted at a moments notice (something about Starfleet ‘vacation regulations and benefits’ for their most senior staff)
“Perhaps a secluded house somewhere in the country? Close to a beach, I find oceans are always the most calming places to be”
“Do you think B4 has ever seen an ocean?”
Data paused for a moment before looking over to Geordi “I do not believe so”
“That’ll be nice for him, he’s always excited to see planets when we visit them, imagine his excitement actually going down to one!” Geordi was excited at this, more than he should be, but he adored B4 (who doesn’t) and the potential of seeing his excited face when they beamed down and showed him the planet was more than enough to convince him to leave right then and there.
Geordi thought for a moment more about having him and Lore sharing a house with them though… “Are the rooms soundproofed? Cause I don’t want to be hearing them going at it for 12 hours straight” Data nodded and Geordi sighed, that was good - going by the amount of bruising and fluid refills the two need after their ‘alone time’, he really didn’t want to know any of the details.
Geordi walked over to see the house Data had picked on the pad - a small 2 bedroom country style cottage on the shore line of a secluded private beach “Perfect, better message them and tell them to get ready, when are we leaving?”
“In the morning, I was able to get immediate reservations” Data quickly taps away on the pad before putting it down “Lore will not read the message until somewhere between 5 and 5:30, giving him time to pack their bags before he awakens B4 at 6am”
“Wait really? Doesn’t he get a notice in his head when he gets an email like you do?”
“He does, he told me he ignores them and only looks them over once a day in the morning”
Geordi rolled his eyes and sighed “I’ll make a note not to email him if it’s something urgent then”
Data tapped away at the pad for a few minutes - booking everything they’ll need, likely making an itinerary for their vacation as well as a list of everything they’ll need to pack for them all. Geordi watched them from behind the sofa, leaning forward to rest his head on their shoulder - when Data was starting to plan meals he leaned forward and grabbed the pad off of them.
“You can do that during the night, right now is my turn for your attention” Geordi walked around to the front of the sofa, placing the pad on the coffee table and standing in front of the love of their life. “I think after the busy day we’ve had a good few hours relaxing is in order”
Data smiled, oh how he loved Data’s smile - it was genuine, it was pure, it was the most beautiful sight in the galaxy to Geordi and he could spend hours just looking at it without ever getting tired.
“Do you want the gift I got you?”
“You got me a gift?”
“I did, figured the Chief of Operations would need a treat after the past few weeks, you’ve been working over time and deserve one”
Data seemed to think for a moment, likely trying to resist the urge to say that they ‘did not feel stress’ before realising that they did in fact, feel stress - Geordi could see it in their eyes.
“Thank you my love, that is… very kind of you, in time I am sure I will find a way to repay you”
“Data, it’s a GIFT, you don’t need to repay me, now open it and be amazing” Geordi picked up the box from the table behind them and handed it to Data as he sat down next to them - it was a small box, barely larger than their hands and Data held it like it was the most precious thing in the world.
“Don’t cheat and guess what it is, just open it”
Data nodded and carefully ripped off the wrapping paper before handing it to Geordi, inside was a lidded black box. They lifted to lid to reveal the gift inside, taking a moment of silent shock to process what they were looking at.
“A… tricorder?”
“A tricorder” Geordi leaned over and removed it from the box, tossing the box and the paper aside to show off the gift. “It’s a Data exclusive tricorder, I know you’ve had yours for years, in fact given the model I’d say you’ve had the same one since the day you graduated the academy, the basic starter one they gift to all graduates”
“Maybe, but I do not require a newer model, I like the one I have”
“Yes, that’s why it’ll go on the shelf of your momentous, to honour the time it's served with you”
“…Oh”
“Now THIS bad boy, I’ve spent the past few months making specially for you, now why would I do that? I’ll answer, it’s not only the newest model, it specially programmed to work with your systems, meaning it’ll send everything straight into your beautiful brain, leaving more room for me to install even better scanners, this beauty can tell you the stability of the warp core or someone’s blood type from the other side of the ship, I tested it myself”
“That… seems unnecessary my love”
“I know you, you get frustrated because the regular tricorders are too simple, this one is a scientific, medical and engineering all in one, it also has a constant link to Starfleet’s database and is always updating itself so it has the latest information, it also” Geordi rolled the device in his hand and pointed to one of the corners “Has a slot for you to put on a keyring”
“You have thought of everything it seems” Data held their hand out and Geordi handed the tricorder over, they inspected it. “The material is the same as my own meaning it is near indestructible, you are correct in saying it links to my internal matrix and it seems that would prevent anyone else from using it”
“Making it yours and yours alone”
“Hm, my own overpowered tricorder, I like it”
“Yeah? You do?” Geordi got excited, leaning over and bouncing in his seat slightly
“I do, it is a very thoughtful and practical gift” Data closed it up and placed it on the table “It will require a case for transport, one that clips to my uniform, my current one will not work as that is for my previous tricorder” Data tapped at their chin “Perhaps I should label this one so people will not confuse it with their own”
“Good idea, I’m sure by the morning you’ll have it all set up and looking beautiful my love”
“But for now you require my attention and love, yes?”
“I do”
Data once again thought for a moment, Geordi as well, thinking of what they should do tonight - holodeck mystery? Movie night? Perhaps some games of chess? They had plenty of activities to choose from, and honestly Geordi l would love anything if Data was there with him experiencing it.
“…Can you read to me?”
Now Geordi smiled - it was a new development for Data, to have Geordi read aloud books in the evening to help them relax. Data could read through hundreds of millions of books in a single second, and even when reading out loud to themself they still went through them much too quickly for it to be relaxing - so they asked Geordi to read to them.
And Data LOVED it, listening to Geordi’s voice for hours, allowing their mind to slow down to a more human speed and focusing on only one thing instead of thousands, it genuinely relaxed them and Geordi was more than happy to indulge them as often as Data wanted.
“Of course I can, do you remember where we were last night?” Of course Data did, but Geordi liked asking anyway. Data stood up from the sofa and walked over to one of the many bookshelves in their living area to retrieve their copy of ‘The Hound of the Baskervilles”. While they did that Geordi took his usual place on the sofa - laid sideways with his back against the arm rest waiting for Data to return.
When Data walked back, Geordi patted the space between his legs and Data more than happily laid between them. They handed Geordi the book and rested their head on his chest, laying sideways and humming happily as they got comfy inside Geordi’s embrace.
When they were settled, Geordi opened it to the previous bookmark and began to read.
After 2 chapters, Data announced it was time for Geordi to retire to bed.
“One more chapter? Or a few more pages? You’re comfy” Geordi protested but Data was already standing up, and having taken the book off him was walking over to place it carefully back on the shelf.
“You will be required to wake up early in the morning to assist in making sure the shuttle is adequate and that Lore and B4 are prepared, so you will need a full nights sleep, hence why it is best you go to bed early” Data had walked back over to him and was standing over the sofa with their arm held out ready to help him to bed - he was half asleep and would probably crash into the furniture if they didn’t.
Geordi mumbled a ‘fiiiiiiiine’ and allowed himself to be led into the bedroom where he stumbled his way into the bathroom and prepared himself for bed.
Once done, he walked out to see Data was changed into their own sleepwear and had laid Geordi’s carefully out onto the bed - the same routine every night, it was comforting and he loved it. He got himself dressed for bed before he saw it. Right out of the corner of his eye, he ran over and picked it up to confirm what he was seeing.
“Data!! It’s barely 10 o’ clock, why’d you tell me it was time for bed??”
“To provide adequate time for activities before you fall asleep of course”
“Data what are you-“ Geordi looked over to Data who stood near the end of the bed, they shuffled their feet ever slightly and nervously fiddling with their hands “Oh”
Data, despite all their knowledge, and experience - was still very… Geordi didn’t want to say nervous, but Data definitely wasn’t confident in their sexual abilities.
“I was wondering… if you would be willing, if you are able to, to maybe, perhaps-“
“Data, you want to fuck, just say that”
At this, Data turned away and hid their face behind their hands, mumbling something that sounded like an apology.
God, they were gorgeous - Geordi literally had a being with strength of the universe BLUSHING in their bedroom because they’re horny and don’t know how to ask for sex.
He walked over and wrapped his arms around Data’s waist, who looked at him with heavy breaths “You’ve gotta ask if you want something y’know” Geordi raised a hand to cup the side of their face, running his thumb over their bottom lip - this caught Data of guard and they were breathing heavier, eyes darting around the room to avoid looking at Geordi’s stare.
“Seems someone” He grabbed moved his other hand down to grab Data’s ass and started grinding their hips together slowly “Is still excited from earlier”
This got the reaction he wanted when Data moaned loudly before burying their face in Geordi’s neck, resting their arms on Geordi’s shoulders and trying (and failing) to hide their ever increasing moans of desperation from just the simple act of dry humping his boyfriend. Which Data was definitely enjoying - Geordi may have brought their hips together but it was now Data who was now repeatedly grinding themself against Geordi like a dog in heat.
“My love, I…” Data was cute like this Geordi thought, desperate for it - since they’d both been busy with everything going on with the Enterprise prepping for her arrival at the Pit Stop and her newest upgrades, they hadn’t had time for any kind of sexual activities in well over 2 weeks now.
And boy was Data clearly very, very pent up.
“Data, d’you wanna move to the bed?” Geordi spoke in between peppering kisses and light nips along their collar bone “Who am I kidding, of course you do” He pulled away from Data, leaving them momentarily flustered and confused, before he grabbed the collar of their button down pajama shirt and used it to drag Data over to the bed - before not so gently pushing them down and guiding them to be laid in the centre of the bed underneath him as he straddled their hips.
“Better?”
“Much better my love” Data smiled and Geordi couldn’t help but lean down and capture their lips into a proper kiss this time, gently licking over his bottom lips before he was granted entry, letting his tongue explore the insides of Data’s mouth, tasting the chemical flavouring of their artificial saliva, metallic, fake - beautiful.
Geordi pulled away and Data w h i n e d out loud, trying desperately to reach up and continue, but Geordi held his hand on their chest to tell them no.
He couldn’t, not in a million years, hope to actually out match Data in terms of strength (no one could actually except for B4, but he was so uncoordinated it about evened them out) but Data was so submissive it didn’t matter, surrendering easily and listening to every request even if they really didn’t want to.
“Geordi… please” Oh they were desperate, already completely breathless and thrusting themself upwards to try and get some friction between the two still frustratingly clothed erections.
“I’ll give you whatever you want baby, you just gotta ask nicely first” Geordi leaned down, pressing their foreheads together and looking deep into Data’s eyes - he could never miss his visor when he now got to see Data’s eyes, the sunshine contained within them was worth the surgeries, the months of recovery.
Data paused before speaking quietly, a golden rose blush across their cheeks “Could you… assist with… my… sexual needs, please?” To anyone else? That was cringe, that was the complete opposite of dirty talk - but to Geordi? That was the sexiest thing in the universe, to have Data reduced to nothing but stuttering incomplete sentences beneath him, knowing that no one else would ever see Data so… human.
“Well since you asked so nicely”
After stripping, having fun, re-dressing and remaking the bed - Geordi lay on his side in bed whilst Data tidied up all the dirty clothes and sheets off the floor and placed them into the laundry basket for washing. Once the room was up to their standards once more, Data slipped into the bed behind him, wrapping their arms around Geordi’s abdomen and pulling him close to their chest. He could feel their breath against his ear, their servos and pumps slowing down - Data didn’t get tired, but they certainly got sleepy, especially after sex.
“Night Data, remember to… pack sunscreen” Geordi yawned, he heard Data reply but he was already drifting off, thinking about their upcoming holiday, and Data in a swimsuit.
Notes:
This chapter isn’t the strongest, but I want to continue on with the story so I’m posting it anyway or we’ll never move on
Notes: Data bottoms - Geordi is far too overconfident and Data loves them too much for it to be the other way around, Geordi and B4 are besties, Geordi loves his chaotic brother in law and after Deanna/Will Geordi takes care of B4 the most during the day - the two spend the day in engineering where Geordi gets to ramble warp core mechanics for the day and b4 gets to look at glowing things, Risa has a first come first serve in terms of booking their resorts but senior Starfleet members get priority over everyone else because of how stressful the job is, Data has over 5 years of shore leave saved up so no one questions if they spontaneously decide to go on a vacation
Chapter 9: The Journey Begins
Summary:
Data spends the night before the groups trip to Risa packing everyone’s cases and making sure everything is ready so that in the morning they need simply get dressed and head to the shuttlecraft before taking off on their journey.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The shuttlecraft was due to leave the Enterprise at 10:30am, as it was currently 5:27am it meant that Data had a 4 hours and 03 minutes to prepare - after ‘accidentally’ spending more time then they should have done lying in bed cuddled up to Geordi. He was simply too comfortable and Data did not wish to disturb his sleep by moving as he would need plenty of rest for the journey to Risa.
From their current location it would take the shuttlecraft, capable of a maximum warp factor of 3.2, approximately 75.3 hours to arrive if there were no significant delays in their journey. As the 4 of them had been granted 2 weeks of vacation, there was plenty of time for them to arrive and enjoy themselves before having to return back to the ship (they would return with 3 days to spare before being due to return to work so they could readjust back to the ships schedules and rest properly after a no doubt enjoyable holiday).
Once Data had slipped out of Geordi’s arms and made sure that he settled back to sleep, they moved into the living area and spent a moment planning their time before the departure in the morning - what was the best method of packing? What should be packed? At what time would it be appropriate to go over and pack Lore and B4’s bags for them? (How angry would Lore be if Data were to assume he was inadequate at making sure the two of them had appropriate supplies for the trip? Would he even bother to pack? Or would he simply assume Data would do so for them both and therefore get angry if Data did not go over and offer to pack for them? Lore was unpredictable at the best of times, so Data was never sure how to approach him)
They thought for a second, (0.246 seconds to be precise, a very long time for them) before deciding on the following plan: - first they must acquire luggage for them all (large enough to hold their belongings for the 11 day vacation as well as suited to everyone personalities and needs for the things they would be bringing, for example B4 would require a slightly larger luggage case to hold all of the blankets and plushies he requires to settle down properly at nighttime as well as the equipment required for his maintenance). Second was to pack Geordi’s and their own cases (this would not take a long time as both packed light, likely only needing clothes for each day, toiletries as well as a few pads and books for entertainment). Third, it would be best to lay out both of their clothes for the morning so that Geordi would simply need to wake up, shower, get dressed and not have to worry about anything else other than preparing the shuttlecraft for launch.
And last of all Data would need to go over to Lore and B4’s quarters, and first ask, then firmly offer to pack their cases for them (after thinking about it, Data calculated only a 10.35% chance that Lore would even read the email in time to pack, let alone actually bother to pack them, and it was unclear what his emotional response to the idea of a holiday would be so Sata made a note to ‘tread carefully’)
So, still in their nightwear, they slipped on a pair of slippers, quietly left the quarters and headed to the ship's store where the larger replicators were housed.
It was open at all hours, with one staff member assigned to provide assistance and monitor the store - the at-home replicators could relocate anything from within the ship’s library, but only as long as it fit within its small dimensions. As such, the ship had a ‘store’ that housed 5 medium replicators and 2 large replicators for personal/shipwide use. They were mostly used by the engineering department for replacement parts and for new crewmates to decorate their quarters with more personalised furniture and occasionally those who simply wanted something that their own replicators would not be able to provide for them.
They walked inside and greeted Crewman Lauren who sat at the desk near the entrance (A half human, half Vulcan who worked part time at the shop and part time down in the biology department, she had been on board for 3 years 16 days and had a 4.6 star rating for her overall performance - one of the ship’s top 100 crewmen) before walking over to the centre of the room.
The centre of the room housed 2 large rectangular tables - each containing 2 monitors and 2 3D displays to better browse and see your item before ordering it. When ordering, it would simply send over the items to the appropriate replicator and create them when it was available (and since the ship had a complement of over 1,200 and Engineering often required multiple items there was often a small queue - but at this time of night, it was completely empty).
Data browsed the selection of luggage available, there was a large range of basic suitcases and bags, as well as infinite options for the colours/materials you wished them to be.
First, themself - a simple black suitcase (with a repeating pattern of repeating sunflowers all over) with a matching bag that would rest attached to the handles as it was wheeled along, Data would use the case for their clothing/toiletries but the bag for more delicate items such as pads and any other forms of entertainment to be brought along for the journey (both had plenty of excess space where Data could bring back gifts for the senior staff and friends that did not accompany them). With Geordi, they got him a matching case and bag but with yellow roses instead of the sunflowers.
B4 was easy, sort of. He required a lot of equipment to be brought with him wherever he went, none of which could be replicated for they were too specific and highly precise - maintenance pads and tools for his constants repair (thanks to both Lore’s… high drive and B4’s hyperactive behaviour).
Not to mention things that B4 mentally could not function without - blankets and plushies he could not settle down without, specific flasks for his daily re-fill of bio-fluid since other drink containers made the fluid ‘taste yucky’ (it was also needed to pack said biofluid, as replicating it was highly precise and could not be done on regular replicators, the one in B4 and Lore’s quarters was highly modified to be able to produce it), as well his jumpsuits and other clothing (like Lore, he had a high sensitivity to fabrics, and as such had gone through thousands of identical jumpsuits before finding one that was ‘comfy’ and able to be replicated for him, but even the replicated one had to be approved and he had gone through hundreds to settle on the 14 he wore regularly). As well as pads upon pads containing movies, books and games he adored - despite his simpler programming making him… simpler than Data and Lore, he shared Lore’s attention span and required near constant stimulation least he get bored and decide to explore his surroundings (always leading to broken equipment or a very lost and scared B4 who would need to be found and comforted for several hours before he calmed down)
So, several large suitcases were require - 1 for his ‘medical’ equipment, 1 for his clothing and bedding, and 1 for his entertainment. B4 himself would hold a small bag that held only his main pads and a few plushies for comfort on the part of the journey where he would be unable to access his main things. This was an approximately 2.4 or so hours at the start of the journey at Warp 1 before they left the current systems and were able to spread up to their max warp, during which they would need to all remain seated at the helm to monitor the flight, after which it would go to auto pilot and they would be free to roam the shuttle - a short time, but a long time for B4 to sit still and not touch anything and be on his best behaviour.
All were a medium blue, covered in a repeating pattern of colourful ‘smiley’ faces, a pattern Data had seen B4 prefer on several of his pillows and blankets.
Lore was… hm, Data was not sure. They thought for a while before deciding Lore could make do with 1 suitcase but chose a larger bag to go alongside it (like the ones Geordi and Data had, it would attach to the handle for easier mobility) for the additional entertainment he would likely bring and acquire on the trip. As well as a similar small over the shoulder bag (similar to B4’s one) for the initial journey to keep him sat still in his seat and not fiddling with the controls of the shuttle.
Black, with the same smiley face pattern as B4’s - Data was certain that if they were to give them non-matching cases B4 would only get upset and did not wish to upset him before the holiday has begun (as he did not wish to hear what Lore would do to win back his favour… especially since the shuttlecraft possessed no sound cancelling walls)
They requested Lauren’s help with several trips back and forth to their quarters to bring all the luggage back - thanking her after and promising to return with a gift for her assistance (she requested some non replicated sweets and Data made notes of her favourites and promised to keep their eyes out for them).
They stood the cases in the living area before spending some time packing their own and Geordi’s cases.
Thankfully, it did not take too long, and after only 1 hour of deciding on outfits and carefully folding and arranging them into the cases alongside everything else needed - both cases and bags were full and set aside by the door ready for the morning.
Now… Data had exactly 3 hours remaining until they were due to leave. Giving them 2 to help Lore prepare before returning to assist Geordi in waking and getting ready.
That should be enough time, right?
Data took Lore’s case for now, as they lived in the next quarters over it would be easy to return with Lore to bring back all 3 of B4’s cases with his assistance (and hopefully the gift of the case would soften the disturbance in the middle of his nightly reading)
They pressed the buzzer and awaited Lore’s grumble on the other side, demanding to know why Data had ‘ruined’ his nightly reading.
And waited.
Data pressed the buzzer again - it would only sound in the living area, quiet enough to not wake up B4, but surely loud enough to be heard by Lore in his own room?
They were going to press again when the door finally opened and Lore stood in the frame, disheveled and annoyed.
“What?”
“You have been asleep” Data was surprised, Lore did not sleep often (claiming it a ‘waste of time’), but he most certainly had been asleep judging by the state of his attire he was trying to smooth out and by his hair which was standing up all over and looked knotty (Data noted it appeared very similar to how Soong appeared in early photos of himself).
“I have, what do you want” Lore had given up trying to smooth his hair, but at least his clothes were presentable now - he still sounded ‘groggy’ and half asleep.
“I sent you an email specifying our plans for the next 2 weeks”
“Plans for the next 2 we-“ Lore’s eyes darted left to right several times as he processed the information (Data had learned to hide this behaviour of checking their internal database, Lore had not) “A… vacation?”
“Yes, since we have ample free time due to the Enterprise being docked, me and Geordi decided some… family time, might be best” Lore raised a brow, Data fidgeted their hands nervously behind their back “We have… not spent much time together outside of work since you and B4 arrived, I thought it might be… pleasant… to spend some time together and… learn more about each other” Lore raised both brows in surprised, his face showing approximately 146 distinct emotions from confusion, disbelief, mistrust, uncertainty and finally… joy? (It impressed Data just how many emotions he could go through in such a short span)
His eyes darted down to the case and up to Data a few times, before looking up to Data with a grin, rocking on his heels slightly, and fidgeting his own hands behind his back.
“Are those mine?”
“Yes, I have gotten both you and B4 what I hope to be adequate luggage for the trip”
“What’s with the smiley faces?”
“I have noted B4 likes this pattern, and your case matches B4’s, although the main colour of his is blue”
“Where’s his case then?”
“Cases, they remain in my quarters as I require you assistance bringing them over”
“Oh? Well then, let’s go get them” Lore seemed to be excited, which was good - it meant he was likely going to be more cooperative and pleasant.
Data placed Lore’s cases inside the living area before they both went back to Data’s quarters to retrieve the other cases.
“Does he need this much shit?” Data explained the reason for so many cases for B4, and Lore nodded. “No that makes sense, if Geordi takes both of yours, you take 2 of B4’s and I’ll take the other along with mine, then we don’t have to worry about B4 breaking any of them, sound good?” Data nodded and the two dropped off the cases alongside Lore’s in the living area of his quarters.
“I will be able to pack B4’s so called ‘medical’ equip-“
“No you fucking can’t, I’m the one who’s gonna be using it so I want it how I want it, how about you pick some appropriate clothes for him since I’ve not been there before? Sound good?”
“That is understandable, I apologise”
“Whatever, you know what clothes he likes so it should be easy, just go in and get them while I work on getting all his other shit together”
“But, he is asleep”
“And dead to the world until he wakes up at 9, and yes usually it’s 6, but he wanted a lay in for snuggles so that’s what he got until you showed up, now go” Lore waved his hands, gesturing for Data to leave, before turning round and opening the suitcases on the floor, taking some time in thought before darting around the kitchen and living area packing several things inside them.
Data decided it best not to argue, especially if they interrupted ‘snuggles’ and that was the reason for Lore’s initial bad mood.
While Lore was in the kitchen area replicating and packing the needed biofluid for the trip, Data stood outside B4’s bedroom door.
They were… slightly nervous. They did not wish to awaken him, as it would be impossible to put him back to sleep after he knew why Lore and Data were so busy - and also because… neither Lore or B4 let anyone but the other inside their bedrooms (Data had been in both before, but both often requested that they only do so when absolutely needed), so Data did not wish to upset him by intruding on his personal space.
Lore moaned at them to ‘get on with it’ before Data took a step inside (shutting the door behind them so Lore’s movement in the room over would not wake him), and stood by the door for a moment to observe. It was very… B4. Data smiled as the chaos all over before landing on where he was currently asleep… on the floor?
He was face down on the floor, halfway from the bed to the door - Data was briefly confused before remembering that B4 was a sleepwalker, so he had likely tried to walk and find Lore before tripping over and remaining on the floor.
Data walked over and knelt down besides him, easily picking up his sleeping form and carrying him back to bed - thankfully he only slightly protested when Data let him go and tucked him back into be (it seemed he confused Data for Lore for a brief moment, before frowning and letting go). They planted their lips to his forehead for a brief second, smiling to themself when B4 leaned up into it, before turning to his wardrobe to pick out clothes.
They walked to and from the bedroom to the living area several times with their arms full of folded clothing items - placing each carefully into the open suitcase on the coffee table. B4 would protest if they did not pack his jumpsuits, so 2 were packed. But mostly Data wished to see him in different clothes so mostly packed his other attire. The planet was too hot for jumpsuits, so pairs of shorts and short sleeved t-shirts were selected alongside the usual pajamas, underwear, socks and a few pairs of shoes.
Pajamas would only need 1 for each night, but everything else would need a minimum 2 for each day for when he would inevitably get them dirty. In the mostly sterile environment of the Enterprise he managed to get his clothes dirty at least twice a week, so Data was sure that planetside he might actually need more than 2 a day, but they could wash them if required and space was limited when you considered how much else needed packing into one case.
When everything was nicely packed inside, Data helped Lore to organise the other 2 cases alongside his so called ‘baby busy bag’ for the shuttle.
“Please tell me you’re gonna strap him down for that part of the trip, or we’ll never be able to keep him still”
“I… had not thought of it… that would be best to keep him seated, but is that not a bit… childish? To keep him strapped and-“
“If he wants to be 5 years old and press all the buttons leading to us crashing into the shuttle bay doors I’d rather he be strapped down”
Data thought for a few seconds, and then nodded. “Understood, I’ll have to make sure he cannot break them”
“Just tell him if he breaks them he gets no sweets, works every time I assure you”
“He enjoys sweets?”
“Strawberry, and vanilla lollipops, keeps him entertained and quiet”
“Hm I shall have to pack some” A good idea, a reward that keeps him distracted and also quiet…
Lore kicked Data out at 5 minutes to 9, stating that B4 would only wake up grumpy if Lore was not where he was when they had both fallen asleep. They agreed that Data would come to pick the two up at half 9 to walk to the shuttle bay once everyone was ready.
To Data’s surprise when they walked back inside their quarters, they could hear the shower running in the bedroom. They walked inside the bathroom to see Geordi was taking a shower.
“Morning my love, you are up early”
Geordi peaked his head through the glass door of the shower and smiled. “Morning, I was excited so I thought I’d get up early and get ready, wanna join me in the shower?”
“Of course, give me a moment”
Data stripped and was surprised when Geordi spent some time ‘pampering’ them (Geordi’s words), tending to every inch of their body with gentle washes and attention - Data asked if there was something wrong with their body that justified such attention and Geordi laughed.
“Well you’re going to be doing a lot for the next few days on the journey there what with flying the shuttle, figured you’d need some extra pampering to get you ready, plus it’s an excuse for me to fuss you and that’s good enough for me”
Data opened their mouth to speak but stood in silence when they heard a loud squeal of excitement from the quarters next to them - B4 was awake and had seen the suitcases in the living area it seemed.
“B4’s excited?”
“He is repeating the words ‘holiday’ over and over, I can hear Lore asking to be put down so I believe so”
“Honestly I’m excited to see his reaction when we get there more than anything, I can see him jumping into the ocean with you and Lore running in after him”
“Oh, he does not have any swimsuits”
“We’ll just get him some there, it’ll take me like 4 hours to get him and Lore a pair they are both happy with but it’ll be fine, you can read by the pool while we do so” It made Data happy with how much Geordi accepted their brothers and their… strange quirks (and Data limited patience for entertaining them)
Geordi was… close to Lore, in a way that Data wasn’t certain they could ever be.
They and Lore talked, they laughed and joked. But there was always a certain… distance between themself and Lore that could not be reached over.
Of course, this was on both sides - Lore had several times tried to kill them, once manipulated them for his own wishes, and was partially responsible for their father’s death (if Soong had accepted Data’s offer to come back to the Enterprise, he likely would not have died from his injuries and lived to this day, but he was dramatic). As such, there was always the underlying mistrust that Lore would betray them at any moment and return to his old ways - that this was all a very long ruse in some plan of his.
And Lore did not trust anyone but B4, who he claimed was ‘too stupid and devoted to have any bad intentions towards me’
But he did trust Geordi, often seeking his counsel when stressed or emotional - Data longed to know how Geordi had earned his trust so that they could do the same. To provide Lore with more than just a tense strained friendship… perhaps, one day, they could actually behave as brothers did?
(They thought momentarily about how Lore and B4 treated each other and thought they would treat Data the same - before remembering neither saw the other as a brother, internally sighing with relief)
“Enterprise to Data, come in Data”
Geordi waved a hand in front of their face, the shower was off and Geordi was half out of the shower.
“I apologise my love, I was distracted”
“Yeah well, focus on getting yourself dressed before B4 runs in and hugs you naked, I can hear Lore trying to drag him back inside their quarters to get dressed before he comes running over here”
A dozen or so minutes later, just as Data walked out of their bedroom freshly dressed (Geordi was eating his breakfast in the dining area) B4 did in fact, burst inside their quarters and run over to Data to immediately pick them up in a hug.
“DATA DID YOU HEAR”
They smiled into his shoulder as they were swirled around several times, before Lore shouted at him to put Data down (he did so, but kept Data locked firmly in his arms, looking down at them with wide and excited eyes)
“Lore says we’re going on holiday!!”
“We are, me and Geordi planned it yesterday and we leave shortly”
B4 squealed in excitement, nearly crushing Data’s spine in his over emotional state before Lore managed to pry him off Data, dragging him back to their quarters so he could finish getting them both dressed (Data only then noticed both were still in their pajamas)
At the appointed time, Geordi and Data retrieved the two from their quarters - B4 nearly falling over and he ran out the door and hopped around in the hallway as the 3 got all the cases and distributed them equally as planned.
They arrived in the shuttle bay and after leaving the cases with Data to pack inside, Geordi performed necessary checks on the shuttle to ensure it was fit to fly while Lore tried to keep B4 distracted.
Once Data had carefully placed all the cases and bags inside the storage and ensured they were not going to move on their journey, they headed over to the cockpit where Geordi was performing the final checks
“All seems good to me, we just need to make sure it’s all baby proof”
“Lore has recommended we strap B4 in his chair for the first part of the flight my love, it will be easier to ensure he does not disturb anything”
Geordi looked around at Data with a raised brow “Lore treats him like a baby I swear-“
“He treats him like an adult who enjoys pressing random buttons that could crash or blow up the ship”
“…Point taken, better make sure the straps are B4 proof then”
B4 wasn’t initially happy about being confined, crying and whining as Data attempted to secure the straps over his torso - trying to squirm his way out of the seat.
Lore was about to intervene when Data huffed and pulled a lollipop out of their pocket (they had several inside) and shoved it in his mouth. B4 went silent in shock, before sitting back down, humming away happily while Data finished securing him as Lore and Geordi laughed in the background at ‘daddy Data putting his foot down’.
“If you sit still you shall receive 1 lollipop every 15 minutes for good behaviour, if not I shall take away your pad for the 15 minutes, is that clear?”
B4 crossed his arms and looked over to Lore who simply smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
“Can’t help you Bee, daddy said you gotta behave and I ain’t having my pad taken away from me”
“I am not your father, I am simply enforcing good behaviour-“
“Papa Data!” Mumbled through the lollipop still in his mouth, Data turned to see B4 looking at him with eyes like the suns and a smile big enough to dwarf galaxies “That a good name, can I call you that?”
Data sighed and ignored the giggles from Lore and Geordi “…if it makes you listen to me more then of course you can” They turned to Lore and Geordi who were trying not to drop to the floor laughing “and ONLY you shall call me as such, understood?”
They both nodded, hands over their faces to contain their laughter - it lasted until Data was pulled into a hug by B4, when they both went silent and smiled.
Data planted a kiss to his cheek and pulled away. “B4, I must help Geordi to pilot the ship” They handed B4 his bag that contained his pad and several small plushies and toys to entertain him “If you require conversation please speak to Lore so I do not get distracted ok?”
He nodded and Lore sat down in his own seat next to B4, he opened up his own in flight bag, pulling out one of the pads that contained movies.
“I vote we watch them SUPER loud”
“YES, it would be mean for them to miss out on the movies” (Data, as always, was surprised at how much the two seemingly very different personalities got along and shared a joy in causing as much disruption and chaos wherever they were)
Thankfully the two were sat at the back of the cockpit, with Geordi and Data sat at the front behind the consoles - Geordi at command and Data at the helm.
“Alrighty, this is the La-ForgeSoong shuttle preparing for take off, are we clear?” Geordi spoke through the coms to the main shuttle bay.
“All clear, La-ForgeSoong you are clear for take off”
“I did not approve of the name my love”
Geordi smirked “La-ForgeSoong taking off”
“Have a pleasant holiday Commanders, see you when you return”
And so, the journey began.
Notes:
Notes: Data my beloved, going above and beyond for their weird little family - Geordi loves his brother in laws and will encourage them both to play movies really loudly in the back of the shuttlecraft by singing along to all the songs with them (much to Data’s secret amusement)
Chapter 10: Story Time!
Summary:
Geordi tells B4 a story about a place of horrors and fear.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
After what felt like an ETERNITY, B4 was finally let out of his prison and allowed to roam about the back of the shuttlecraft (as long as he promised to stay out of the cockpit unless specifically requested by Data to be in there).
Although he could get to his bigger suitcase that held all his games and toys: when he opened it up to retrieve one of his favourite fidgets he watched as Data side-eyed him the entire time - their entire body tense as B4 rummaged around to try before finally finding it. Lore then walked over and after carefully placing everything back in the case as it was, simply whispered in his ear that he should ask him to retrieve anything he wants in future ‘least we both feel the wrath of Data if you make a mess of the shuttle’. B4 laughed, Lore gave him a kiss and they went back to sitting on the big sofa as Lore read out some of his books to him.
After a while, Geordi and Lore swapped places - it was getting later in the afternoon and both B4 and Geordi were due evening ‘meals’ and a sleep. Lore and Data would pilot the shuttle during the night, swapping back to Data/Geordi in the morning.
“Won’t Data get tired?” B4 settled onto the sofa, watching as Geordi pulled out everything needed for the evening - mostly B4's biofluid and flasks, he wheeled the suitcase with B4's blankets and plushies into the bedroom for 'Lore to deal with later'.
The shuttle had one room with a sofa/armchair/small table and the replicator and several small rooms off to each side 1 bedroom, 2 storage rooms, ‘engineering’ on the sides and a small room at the back where the ‘space suits’ and stuff like were stored next to the exit hatch.
“Data doesn’t get tired like you do every night, when we arrive they’ll probably take a nap for a few hours to recover but until then they’ll be fine” Geordi reassured him, as he stood at the replicator making his own meal. “Don’t worry, if they show any sign of fatigue I’ll drag them out of that chair and into bed for an hour or so, ok?”
“Ok”
Geordi handed B4 his flask with his refill of biofluid and moved to sit in the armchair next to the sofa.
“What do you think they talk about?”
In between mouthfuls of food, Geordi spoke with a fork pointed at him “My bet is those 2 sit in silence the the entire night, both thinking of about a quadrillion things they want to talk about but never actually getting the courage to be the first to speak”
“…oh”
“Don’t over think it bud, they get along it’s just… I guess neither really trust the other fully yet, can't be helped considering their past together y’know?”
“I don’t know what happened, Lore won’t tell me what happened"
"Well you don't really want to know anyway, trust me it ain't good"
Geordi looked down to his plate and they both finished their meals in silence because B4 really didn't know how to continue from that. After they both finished Geordi cleaned everything up before coming to sit next to B4 on the sofa.
“In my opinion? Those two are more alike than either wants to admit, they’ll work it out eventually and then they'll be so close we’ll have to drag them apart ” He gave a small laugh that made B4 feel better about it.
“That’s true, both are stubborn”
“Exactly bud!” Geordi yawned and leaned onto his shoulder, B4 moved his arm so instead Geordi fell onto his chest (apparently he had a ‘comfy’ chest to cuddle up to).
Geordi told him how the smaller warp cores in the shuttlecraft worked and also about the planet they were visiting. It was called ‘Risa’ and apparently it was really sunny and warm and there was a lot of beaches.
“Ohhh I know, how about a story Bee?” They had been talking for an hour or so and both were getting tired, the lights had been dimmed to create a cosy atmosphere in the room - perfect for story time.
“A story!? I love stories!” Now he was excited! He liked listening to Geordi and Lore talk facts, but STORIES? He loved those!!
Geordi laughed and smiled as B4 turned on the sofa, resting his back against the armrest and pulling Geordi in between his legs so he was laying on top of B4, head resting sideways on his chest. Geordi pulled a blanket from… somewhere (when did he grab that?) and covered them both in it before continuing (Geordi was so short! He was good to cuddle)
“Ok, ok, but you gotta listen real carefully and promise to be brave”
“Brave? Why?”
“Because… it’s a SCARY story!”
B4 gasped and smiled “A scary story?”
“A scary story Bee, full of horror and fear!”
“Ohhhhhh!! Exciting!” B4 wiggled before Geordi held him still, laughing and telling him to calm down and listen.
“It’s about a dark, evil place that doesn’t exist, but does” B4 tilted his head, confused. “It a rumor, a fairytale, but also a historic story based on facts”
“How can it be both?”
“Because it is, and that’s why it’s a fun story to tell”
“Why is it scary?”
“Because of what the story is, where it takes place and the people… or monsters that live there” Geordi spoke with stars in his eyes and a smile, he looked excited to tell the story and B4 even more excited to listen - the shuttle went quiet after the door to the cockpit opened up and everyone listened to Geordi tell the tale.
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"It said, that many, many, years ago, way back on Captain Kirk's Enterprise, when she was merely a fraction of the size she is now - that an accident happened with their transporter when they were beaming up from the planet below"
"It was a regular away mission, and when finished, Captain Kirk and few of the crew - Luitendent Uhura, Mcgomary and CMO McCoy beamed back up to file their mission report and get some much needed rest. Only to find they had beamed on board a completely different Enterprise!"
"They stood on the transporter pad, looking down at themselves to see they weren't even wearing their uniforms anymore! Instead wearing some kind of copy that was, different, more… menincing was how they described it in official reports"
"And when they looked up they were greated by Second Officer Spock, but it wasn't him, it looked liked him sure, but this one was wearing the same evil uniform and had a goatee- he saluted them and asked them how their mission went"
"They had to keep their cool, so Kirk played along with these strange being who looked like their own crew, until the 4 were able to get alone and discuss how to get back home"
"They did, after a while, and they each filed their reports and after a while the story faded into legend and myth - did this actually happen? You can no longer access the original reports due to Starfleet keeping them hidden deep in the archives - and so the reports became legends to tell amount the fleet. Horror stories of a universe so like our own, a mirror if you will, but one where the image has twisted and warped and become corrupted and foul.
"The rumors say that instead of Starfleet, humanity isolated itself inside their own so called 'Terran Empire', believing the human race to be the sole perfection in creation - their only mission? To wipe or enslave the rest of the universe beneath them"
"They say that they kept some species alive just to be used as slaves, to be used as manual labourers in their mines or for other dangerous jobs deemed to risky for them to dare to allow their own to do. Apperently they work very closely with the Klingons, the Romulans and even the Cardassians! Reigning through fear and control over the quadrant, a force so powerful none can challenge them"
"The ships are the same, but instead of being built for science and exploration, they're built for conquest and war - their Enterprise was armed more heavily then the entirety of Starfleet apperently, and they had whole planets dedicated to weapons manfifacture because of the constant demand for resupplies"
"The universe is darker, CMO Mccoy's report mentioned that it took them time to adjust to it, but he noted that everyone on that universe's humans seems to have evolved alongside the darkness - actually wincing in pain when the light was too bright. Thankfully since they had swapped bodies with their counterparts it wasn't too bad to adjust, but it goes to show how darkness and cruelty shaped that universe and the humans that live there"
"The report said that among the crew of the so called 'ISS Enterprise' that the entire crew was corrupted - loyal only to their captains and willing to do whatever was asked of them, anything to keep their place on board and to avoid punishment"
"Oh yes, you see, the Empire was ruled by a even more cruel and horrid Emporor, one who enjoyed seeing the suffering and pain of those who dared to disobey orders or question their aurthorithy"
"Those loyal were given rewards beyond comprehension - money, slaves, power, gold, whatever they could ever want."
"But that kindness was matched by the Empire's punishments - torture, labor camps, the execution of those you love, everything to remind you of your place beneath the Emporor and what they are capable of when angered"
"On that's not even the worst part! Their favourite method of torture is their so called 'Agony chambers', able to make every inch of a persons body scream in the most excruciating pain in the entire universe, never fading or relenting even for a second. But unlike regular torture, the person can't pass out, can't die - the chamber can keep them alive the entire time, sometimes for decades of non stop pain."
'"Can you imagine that? Screaming and crying, you can't even move your body anymore because all you can feel is - all you can THINK is the never ending agony and pain filling your body. Your pleas and begs ignored by those on the outside of the chamber looking in and laughing, enjoying the show you're so graciously putting on for the-"
B4 had slowly been getting more and more scared as the story went on, holding his breath and tensing up - but it quickly spiraled and he suddenly shot upright, knocking Geordi off him and sending him tumbling to the floor with a thud and a groan of pain before B4 burst into tears. Full on hyperventilating, half screamed sobs, he was speaking incoherently and trying to wipe his never ending tears on his sleeves to little sucess.
Thankfully it took 1 second of this for Lore to run in from cockpit and wrap B4 inside his arms, gently running his hands through his hair while speaking soft words of comfort into his ear.
"I reckon it's time for you to go to bed hm? I'm sure Geordi will tell you a nicer story in the morning" B4's had quieted down into a small sniffle, and he was sure he saw Lore glaring at Geordi while he led B4 into the bedroom.
To his surprise, the shower in the shuttle was actually water and not one of those boring sonic ones! Lore spent longer than normal inside it with B4 cleaning him up, tickling him all over until he was a giggling mess and completely forgot about the story Geordi told him earlier. After, B4 was dried and dressed in a set of his pajamas (black sweatpants, rainbow tie-dye shirt) and tucked into bed underneath his favourite blankets/plushies.
It wasn't time for him to sleep yet, but laying in the bed all comfy and warm was nice… Lore spoke to him for a while about how boring piloting the shuttle was - but he did mention a few interesting nebulas they had passed that he took some photos of to show B4 later. The day had been… stressful. It was nice to relax and have some sense of normal routine in the chaos of traveling…
A while later Geordi came in, he showered and came to the bed in his pajamas (it was agreed B4/Geordi would share the only double bed as they were the only ones who required sleep), he layed down next to B4 under his own covers, turning to him and apologising for scaring him with the story. B4 went to say it was ok, but yawned loudly and fell asleep instead.
Notes:
Notes: Geordi and B4 spend a lot of time cuddling with Geordi rambling on - Lore isn’t jealous at all
Chapter 11: Oh Sh*t
Summary:
During the night, the shuttle heads in dangerous area of space - surely nothing could go wrong right?
Chapter Text
After putting B4 to bed, Lore went back to the cockpit and sat next to Data - as the two were before, in awkward silence.
Why did he still struggle so much to talk to them?
When it came to work, that was easy - talk Starfleet, their currrent mission, statistics, facts. It was nice, it was warm - to see Data's smile when Lore asked them to expand in a certain topic or explain something more in depth as the bridge crew rolled their eyes at the two of them (those uncaring assholes should be grateful for Data's extensive knowledge on such a wide range of topics that they encountered on fhe DAILY, 'a ship of exploration that seeks knowledge' his ass! They didnt give two shits about either when it was in the form of Data's so called 'annoying' aka passionate and knowledgeable rambles)
But outside of that daily routine… he didn't really know what to say.
Data didn't really trust him - and he didn't blame them at all for that to be honest.
Frankly, Lore wasn't sure he trusted Data all that much either. I mean, they had shot him in the back, thrown him into space and discarded him like he was nothing more than a broken weapon that needed to be locked away - so why would he?
He did. It hurt that Data didn't, despite everything he had done to try and earn that trust.
So they sat in silence, except for the slight snooring that could be heard in the distance, the shuffling and creaking of someone fidgeting and moving in his sleep. The hum of the engine, the buzzing of the controls, the slight whir of the 3 androids internal systems keeping them alive the-
"What is that?"
Lore snapped out of his thoughts and looked towards the main viewscreen - they were heading towards a large… space thing of sorts.
"Good question" He leaned over to the console with the scanners and ran through them all, several times. "According to, what I've heard are the best scanners in the fleet, that is absolutely nothing"
"Nothing? That cannot be correct, let me check again" Data tapped away at their console to bring up the scanner - no doubt getting the same results Lore just got.
That they were staring at an empty, perfectly normal area in space.
"Hm, that is… unusual"
"Maybe it's a glitch in the matrix?" Lore laughed at his own joke, but Data looked at him confused before shaking their head in disappointment.
"This could be serious Lore, it is either a malfunction in our systems or an unknown potentially dangerous space anomoly - neither is a joking matter"
"Sorry for trying to have a lil fun with you, won't happen again SIR" Lore emphasised the title, meaning to show disrespect and anger - once agin Data sighed ignored him, going back to the scanners to analyse the space thing more in depth.
It looked like a massive nebula, or a storm (can you get storms in space?), or like… well it was a mix of deep purples and bright blues swirling together in clouds, Lore saw what looked like space debris floating around inside it, it looked like it would a pain to navigate through.
"It is too large to navigate around, doing so would take several days that were not accounted for in the plans - even with the emergency added time in case we were diverted or held up on our journey" Data sighed, which basically meant they were fuming at the inconvenience ruining their perfectly laid out plans.
"Data, it's fine, the scanner say it's not there right? It's probably just a boring storm, might take us a tad longer than expected to get through it but I don't see why we can't just fly straight through it ok?" Lore tried to give a reassuring smile, leaning over and patting Data on the shoulder a few times until Data's body started to ease up and relax. "Plus, if we can't get any information from the ships scanners we'll have to see what information we can get from a more hands on, up close look - and I know how much you LOVE weird space shit like this"
They thought for moment, but then Data turned at Lore and smiled (a tiny bit, but definitely there!) "I do like weird space shit, you are correct in that regard" Data tapped away at the console, likely trying to get the safest/quickest route through - but they were happy, so Lore relaxed in his chair and leaned back.
They may not get along that great, but Lore knew Data's emotions better then anyone else (except for Geordi maybe), and the last thing he wanted was Data stressed out the rest of the journey.
It was… mildly interesting.
Up close it appeared as if it was real - the debris hitting the hull of the shuttle and causing them to put up the shields certainly FELT real anyway - but still, the scanners showed nothing. Even both of their own internal scanners showed nothing, which was only added to mystery and made Data even MORE overjoyed at being able to observe it up close.
Data was talking non stop about the mysterious space shit, taking full control of the ship so they could steer it and see certain parts better 'for in depth documentation' and Lore was more than happy to lay back in his chair and just listen to them ramble on for a few hours.
But once again, Lore was snapped out of his peace when Data shouted something about a field of what looked like asteroids coming straight towards them, telling Lore to take up helm control again so they could work together to navigate through it safely.
The shuttle was thrown about with every hit of something smashing them over and over again, Lore barely had enough space to pilot the shuttle to avoid some of them and the rest hit the shields head on.
Data slammed the console - quickly powering on the seat restraints so the two of them wouldn't be thrown to the floor while they tried desperately to navigate back to normal space.
But the shields failed.
"HOW CAN THE SHIELDS FAIL?" Lore was screaming, every hit sending him nearly face first into the console, every time he avoid one thing it seemed ten more appeared and smashed into them instead. "THEY'RE LITERALLY AT 80%, THEY SHOULD BE FINE!!!"
"I… do not know, they are just NOT WORKING" Data was frantic at their console, tears in their eyes building up and falling to the floor while they tried everything to keep the shuttle steady - they were on weapons, trying to destroy things before it hit them, to little success because there were simply too many to even make a dent in the onslaught heading towards them.
Data was shouting now, something about the shield, the controls, the gravity inside the shuttle - they were crying and screaming and Lore could barely hear anything anymore as he picked up on the sound of crying behind them.
He remembered quickly that B4 and Geordi were in the back asleep. He heard B4 crying and running towards the front to him, he ripped of the seatbelt and ran towards the back of the shuttle to try and calm him - Geordi could take over at the helm while Lore attended to a no doubt scared out of his mind B4, and to be honest Geordi would probably do a better job nagivating anyway.
He made it to the door, it opened up to show B4 running towards him from the bedroom - tears in his eyes and his arms reaching out.
Then Data screamed again, something about avoiding something?
Something about a head on collision?
Everything went dark.
A pain unlike any other shot right through him - he fell to the floor and everything went silent.
Chapter 12: Lost
Summary:
Something happened, B4 is left in the dark, scared and alone.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Dark.
Everything was dark.
He was…
What was he doing?
The shuttlecraft…
The holiday…
LORE.
B4 was running towards Lore - the shuttle was shaking and everyone was screaming and he wanted to stay with Lore because he was safe and he would keep B4 safe and-
He SAW him, HEARD him.
Shouting for him to run.
THAT'S when things went dark - B4 heard a loud crash, the shuttlecraft shook and he was thrown to the floor.
Something hit him! Right in the chest-
Why couldn't he feel it?
Or anything for that matter?
It was dark.
He was scared.
Where is he?
He tried to move, but can't find the energy to even wiggle his fingers, so he stays laying down on the… something, waiting for someone to come and help him.
It always came to that didn't it? Him needing help?
What a waste of space.
He couldn't hear anything going on around him for ages.
Until he did, until it switched back online and he could suddenly hear everything - mostly the sound of Geordi's heavy breathing next to him (he sounded hurt? And scared? Was he crying?), and the sound of him rambling on and on about something. Someone was hurt?
Something hit the side of his face, several times.
"Bee, Bee comeone I know you're awake" It was Geordi! "Give me a sign, something so I know you can hear me, please buddy?" He kept (lightly) hitting the side of B4's face with his hand until B4 managed to get out a half formed, entirely static groan and Geordi stopped, sighing and laughing slightly.
"Thought I'd lost you buddy, look, um just don't try to move ok? You're hurt real bad and I need to get you back to the Enterprise if I'm going to have any chance of fixing you properly, so I can't risk you hurting yourself more"
B4 couldn't move if he wanted, laying and waiting for help.
Notes:
Notes: my baby boy never knows what going on, someone give him a hug and a plaster for his booboos
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