#Deanna Troi Fanfic

[bevcrushes]

Trek Office: "Space Nookie"

I had to do a *script writing exercise,* so I was like "what if I wrote a Star Trek TNG scene in the style of The Office/Parks and Rec" and it's BAD please help lol it's a lot of fuckery so I put it under the cut...and of course, it's nsfw because the plot is basically:

[xm0-m0x]

Art for my fic on A03, because we need more senior staff group cuddles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61686628

[tothemaxi]

i just know lwaxana troi lost her shit when she got grandchildren

give me some fics about lwaxana troi finding out deanna's pregnant

[creative-caramel-coffee]

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||MINORS DNI 18+|| Fem!reader || SicFics

Hi welcome to my little sicfic blog. I write fanfic for marvel currently. No smut will ever be written on this blog I am Ace and don’t want to write it. Below I have linked my masterlist I have posted. I don’t really have posting schedual so ... Enjoy :)

FANDOMS + CHARACTERS:

MARVEL (Movies)

Wanda Maximoff (romantic, maternal or platonic)

Natasha Romanoff (romantic, maternal or platonic)

WandaNat (romantic, maternal or platonic)

Pepper Potts (only platonic / maternal vibes so far)

Avengers (only platonic … forever)

Aunt May (only platonic / maternal vibes so far)

A/N Please feel free to request other (female) characters (in the MCU) and i will decide case to case :)

MARVEL (Actors)

Scarlett Johansson (maternal or platonic)

Lizzie Olsen (maternal or platonic)

Mary-Kate & Ashley Olsen (platonic)

A/N No romantic relationship dynamics … yet

WEDNESDAY ADDAMS (Netflix Series)

Larissa Weems (platonic or maternal)

Marilyn Thornhill (platonic or maternal)

Enid Sinclair (platonic)

Wednesday Addams (platonic)

Yoko Tanaka (platonic)

A/N Reader is 18+ for all dynamics

STAR TREK (The Next Generation)

Deanna Troi (romantic, maternal or platonic)

Beverly Crusher (romantic, maternal or platonic)

A/N I may be a little picky on what I’ll write when it comes to romantic relationships with them.

HOUSE MD (Tv show)

Lisa Cuddy (platonic or maternal)

A/N I may add more later like Cameron and 13 but idk yet.

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REQUESTS ARE: OPEN

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TOTAL FIC COUNT: 106

FICS - WEDNESDAY: 38

FICS - MARVEL: 61

FICS - MARVEL CAST: 4

FICS - STAR TREK: 3

FICS - HOUSE MD: 0

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TOTAL WORD COUNT: 279.6K

2023 - 202.8K

2024 - 79.6K

2025 - 0.0k

A/N This is often updated with each fic i write / post

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[homewrecking-lore]

Again shout out to STAR! TREK! VOYAGER! for giving us some of the sweetest little character moments like reg and deanna chilling in their beach outfits, barclay visiting for geordi’s birthday, him singing with data at geordi’s party???? actual perfection 10/10

[agent-troi]

i still can’t believe star trek picard didn’t even make ONE reference to deanna troi being in phase

[saltysideblog]

It's Like Music

Tek Knight x OC, Homelander x OC

Summary: Lovebug explains how her empathic powers work.

A/N: idk what this is, let's just enjoy the vibes together ✌️

Warnings: gets a bit spicy, dacryphilia if you squint...

Word count: ???? I can't count, sorry

Daisy stands in the Seven's conference room, mere feet away from its captain.

Homelander sits across from her, cape gracefully draped across his chair's armrest, legs crossed. He stares up at her with darkened eyes and an amused smile. The situation feels awfully familiar...

"How does it work?"

Tek Knight sits across from her, jacket draped gracefully over the back of his chair, legs spread. He stares at her with darkened eyes and an amused smile, swirling the scotch in his glass slowly. She knows what that hungry look means; he wants her. From the moment she walked in, she could feel it. And he knows that she knows. He has to.

She considers her answer carefully; too professional and she comes off as prudish, too receptive and she might be labelled a gold digging whore... it is an interview, after all. She wants this job.

She acts coy, "It's like a radio."

One of his brows shoots up, "Care to elaborate?"

"Everyone is broadcasting at all times. I'm one of the few people with a receiver. I can't ever turn it off, but if someone interests me", she leans forward slowly, she makes a point of looking him up and down, "I pay close attention to them."

Pride. It rolls off him in waves. He sips his drink to hide his grin. She looks at him through her lashes, "I can transmit too, if I get close enough... but most people get overwhelmed."

The hand resting on her thigh squeezes slightly and he feels it on his own, just enough to give him a taste... just enough to keep him hooked. He swallows hard, shifting in his seat. Her eyes catch a glimpse of his lap before he has a chance to cross his legs... she didn't need to be an empath to know exactly how he was feeling now. Time to pull it back. Time to reel him in... She sighs, leaning away,

"It's more of an art than a science, though. It is a lot like music in a way. You ask a hundred different people what makes a song sound happy and you'll get a hundred different answers."

His voice is strangled, "There's comm-", he clears his throat and collects himself, "There's gotta be commonalities."

She smirks. Yes, she wants to say, I always know when someone wants to fuck me... but she can tease him later.

"Yes", she begins, "I suppose. There are patterns if you look for them. A sad song might be in a slower tempo or in a minor key, but there's more nuance in most cases. It's not always possible to pin the answer down unless you really know the person."

"Learn what makes them tick."

She smiles, "I call it fine tuning."

He watches her for a long time, eyes tracing up her figure, finger tracing the rim of his glass absentmindedly. She makes sure to show off her good side...

"I know what you're doing."

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't."

"You really want this?"

There's an edge to his question, that she chooses to ignore. For now. She answers him honestly, no use lying now,

"I'm tired of being sidelined. I can do so much more."

He knows the feeling. If it wasn't for his wealth, he might've been where she was now. On a B-List team, acting as support... no one recognizing her true potential. He smiles at the young woman in front of him, so eager to impress. To please. He can give her what she wants. And she knows that he knows.

"Y'know, Lovebug, I think we'll get along just fine..."

Homelander laughs at her explanation, hands on her hips, swaying her back and forth,

"Music? God! You're just as pathetic as he was."

She snaps at him,

"I may not be a lion, but a housecat is a predator all the same."

She pokes a finger to his padded chest, "Show some fucking respect."

He looks up at her defiantly, "Or what?", pulling her into his lap. He grins when she straddles him, but she doesn't speak. Doesn't tease. She barely reacts at all as his expression morphs from smug to grief stricken. His gloved hand reaching up, trembling, to dab at the tears now rolling down his cheeks. She didn't have to dig deep to find his old wounds, all the pain comes right up to the surface with barely any prying.

"Stop it...", his bottom lip quivers.

She wipes a tear away with her thumb and brings it up to her lips. She hums as she tastes the salt on her tongue,

"Or that."

It's barely a scratch.

Nowhere near the kind of harm he could inflict upon her, she knows, but this kitty needs to remind him, she's got claws and she won't go down without a fight.

Hell. She's already loved outlived one sadistic narcissist... what's another?

[ao3feed-imzadi]

as real as you want it to be

as real as you want it to be https://ift.tt/CjFxQBt by lynsie A reimaging of the Nexus scene from "Generations" where Jean-Luc Picard's ideal life looks a lot more familiar. Words: 7261, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Trek: The Next Generation Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Beverly Crusher, Jean-Luc Picard, Deanna Troi, William Riker, Wesley Crusher, Worf (Star Trek:TNG/DS9), Data (Star Trek), Kestra Troi, René Picard | Jean-Luc Picard's Nephew, Geordi La Forge, Robert Picard, Marie Picard, Guinan (Star Trek), Original Child Character(s) Relationships: Beverly Crusher/Jean-Luc Picard, William Riker/Deanna Troi Additional Tags: Rewrite, Christmas, Found Family, Star Trek: Generations, let's bring people back from the dead, it's christmas goddamnit, required minimum of adorable children, baby picards, deanna and will being cute in every timeline, data likes christmas, geordi is a bing crosby stan, worf guards the hearth, wesley would have been a great big brother, rene picard should have gotten more screen time, i don't even know why they call her fala, jack and walker are ... close, this is a little heavy handed on the prose but i was sad and allowed to use a thesaurus via AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi' https://ift.tt/vHV2kST December 22, 2024 at 07:35AM

[darfeld]

Star Trek Wars

Trying to escape some remnant of the Empire, Luke jump to hyperspace a bit too close from a Black Hole. When he emerge into regular space, his hyperdrive is fried and his computer can't say were he is in the galaxy. In fact, it seems he actually jumped galaxy. With no frame of reference he doesn't know he also traveled through time.

Fortunately, a huge spacecraft soon arrives. Communication between ship take some time to establish, but with the help of R2 (and presumably from the people on the ship working on the problem too), they are able to establish audio contact. The troubles aren't over, however, since they don't speak the same language or any language known to Luke, who regret the absence of 3PO. Finally, the huge space craft decide too invite Luke to fly his X-Wing into the shuttle bay, through means of elaborate shuttle dance. Luke, having little options at the moment and sensing no ill intention from the people of the big ship, accept. With the help of a woman which Luke later learned she was counselor Deanna Troi, Luke's language is analyse by the computer of the space craft named Enterprise. R2's "binary" language is also deciphered and know Luke can hear him speak in basic, which is weird. He suspected his robotic friend had a flourished language but he did know half of it as it turns out. R2 is equally weirded out to hear Luke speak in binary. Picard allow Luke to stay on board as emissary of another culture, and promise to help him get back to his galaxy if the occasion arise. It might take a while. Luke allow the engineer of the Enterprise to have a look at his X-Wing. Geordi is baffled as it is not like anything he has seen before. Even stranger than Borg tech. Luke learn about the federation of planet and is amazed by the post-scarcity society in place on earth. Also by the replicator. He spend a not insignifiant among of time trying to make it replicate blue milk. Data and R2 have long conversations about their experiences as robotic sentient being. Along the way, the Enterprise stubble upon a new civilisation with some fucked up shit going on. Luke want to do something about it. Picard explain to him the prime directive.

Luke is like "You know what, I'm not Starfleet."

Picard is like: "I can't let you go down there wreck havoc, I would violate the prime directive by proxy."

Luke is like: "Yeah well, try and stop me then."

Obviously Luke gets down there, solves the problem of the day. Picard is pissed off. Say if Luke is going to be like this he can't let him stay on the Enterprise. He still commit to help Luke go back to his galaxy if he find something useful while exploring the galaxy. Luke says well if that's how it is, you can leave me to the nearest outpost, because I can't let injustice happen doing nothing, so it will happen again. Luke and R2 are left at the space station DS9. He make friends with Jadzia, Worf (Worf immediately respect him as a warrior), Quarks (he missed having a scumbag in his life), Garak, even Benjamin once they get to know each other a bit better. He has an interesting relationship with Kira. They talk about religion, fighting an empire, being in the resistance, etc... They flirt a bit but nothing come out of it. Partly because Luke learn about the Maquis at some point and decide to go check on them.

In the Maquis he meet Chakotay and join his crew, just before they are sent at in the delta quadrant. It baffle him to learn the voyage home is suppose to be 70 years long. Sadly he doesn't know enough about hyperdrives to help with that. He has a lot of heated discutions about the prime directives with Janeway, and he end up in the bring a few times for disobeying orders, though nothing serious enough Janeway would actually leaves him behind. He plays with the limits often enough though. All in all, even Janeway get a quite nicer experience than normal out of the arrangement, and the Voyager even arrives home in half the time. At home, with the data from Voyager and the reverse engineering done on the X-Wing's hyperdrive by Geordi, a solution is found to send Luke in his galaxy far far away. Luke thanks everyone for the help and the experience, and come back to the new republic with a lot of interesting idea for a new form of government and society, and a stolen replicator.

[noratheelk]

Okay, it just occurred to me that other people might be interested in my Star Trek fan fiction master list. And I want to be clear, master list is probably not the right term, it’s a collection of links to ao3 fics in a google document.

I need to tell you my taste in fan fiction so you can see if you’ll enjoy the fics I’ve collected. My taste is mostly femslash because I’m gay and slash fics aren’t usually as interesting to me. I also don’t like and sexual content. So it’s almost all general audience gay fluff, we got Deanna Troi x Beverly Crusher, fem spirk, and classic spirk. We also have some Lower Decks shenanigans and miscellaneous fics. I’ll include the master list as a pdf

[lamelycool]

I'm So Sorry

A/n: Love some family dynamics man. Anyays Uh this got really long. If you want the slightly extended ending I can post that too just ask! I hope you guys like it. Oh and if you see any errors/typos feel free to let me know:)

Warnings: mental issues, paranoia, character injury, character death?, blood/injury, self harm?

Summary: Data is worried he is broken. Is it all in his head or is there something seriously wrong with him? Can the crew save him from seemingly himself?

"I'm sorry Commander, but that's wrong." Wesley speaks up timidly.

"What do you mean?" Commander Data asks with a tilt of his head.

"Well, you said quadrant 4,5 yes?" Wesley asks nervously.

"I said quadrant 4.9,5.6 correct. Have I misspoken?" He asks. From anyone else the question may seem defensive or condescending, but not him. He asks like he asks any other question, with an earnest child-like curiosity.

"Yes sir. It's in quadrant 7,8 not 4,5." Wesley says, looking over at Data. He can't help but feel nervous at calling him out. He knows he's right, but him being right means Data is wrong. And that doesn't sit right with Wesley.

"You're only off by 3! But..." Wesley trails off.

Data looks down at the console and rechecks his calculations. "Indeed, you are correct Wesley. I am unsure as to how I thought it was 4.9,5.6 it is clearly 7.9,8.6." Data tilts his head. "Intriguing... When I run self-diagnostics I am functioning within normal parameters? But that is obviously untrue."

Wesley smiles sheepishly. His cheeks are lightly flushed from embarrassment. "It's alright! Mistakes happen sometimes sir." He soothes emptily thinnly veiling his concern. Data doesn't make mistakes unless something's wrong.

"But usually I do not make mistakes." Data replies. "I apologize for my error."

Wesley shakes his head. "Don't worry about it Mr. Data." He turns back to his console and tries slow his racing thoughts.

Why was Data off?

Is he alright?

Was it a simple mistake?

A minor error? System fluke?

Or is it something more serious?

Wesley takes a shaky breath. Panicking won't help anything. Data is fine. Data is always fine. He takes a deep breath and refocuses his attention to work.

"Captain?" Data speaks up, turning his seat to face him.

"Yes Data?" Picard looks up from his pad.

"May I be excused sir?" Data asks. He politely continues, "I would like to go to engineering so that Geordi can run further diagnostics on me. I fear that I may be experiencing a malfunction."

"Of course Data take your time." Picard says kindly with a nod.

Data stands then looks down at Wesley. "Would you like to take over for me while I am away?"

Wesley nods quickly. "Yes sir, thank you." He slides over and takes Data's place.

Once Data is relieved of his duty he exists the bridge and enters the turbolift. After selecting his floor he hits his com, "Geordi, do you have time to meet with me in engineering?"

"Of course I do Data! You know I always have time for you. And besides, things are pretty slow down here anyways. Is everything all right?"

"I am unsure Geordi. I believe I may be malfunctioning." Data says with an off tone. Almost anxious. Hearing this rings alarms bells in Geordi's head but he brushes it off. Too soon to worry, it could just be a false alarm.

"Like the last time you thought you were malfunctioning because you tripped?" Geordi jokes trying to keep the mood light.

"My optical sensors were off." Data shoots back.

"Very minutely my friend. Veryy minutely." Data can practically hear Geordi's 100 watt smile through the com. It also isn't hard for him to imagine Geordi shaking his head at his antics.

"Anyways I'll meet up with you and see what I can do about your lil problem. See you soon, Geordi out."

***

"I'm sorry Data I just don't see a problem. I've checked everything. And I mean e v e r y t h i n g. You are functioning just fine. Heck, you're functioning better than the last time you came in." Geordi says exasperated.

"Perhaps we sh-"

"Data." Geoedi grabs him by the shoulders gentle but firm. Looking into Data's eyes he says, "You're fine. Really don't worry so much. Maybe you should just rest for the day? Take your mind off things."

"Perhaps...Perhaps that is a good idea. Thank you Geordi." Data says sincerely.

"Of course Data. Anytime. Now then, go rest!" Geordi sends him away with a pat on the back and shoos him out of engineering.

***

Deanna's therapy sessions with Data were usually quite normal. She would listen to his observations and inquiries about the human condition. And about his journey of becoming, what he already is in her opinion, a person and more human like. She would only interrupt occationally to give her imput and advice when needed. While some might find his rambling annoying and monotonous, she finds it quite enjoyable. His unending stream of spoken consciousness is soothing, curious, and pure. Not to mention the lack of intense and intrusive emotions attacking her psyche is also pleasant.

But today was different. It was anything but a normal session. The moment he walked through the door she could sense something was off. He didn't speak nearly as much and even requested that she lead the session today. And when he did speak he responded breif and monotone. He seemed to be more interested in looking at the table or at his hands than at her. He avoided her eye contact like the plague.

While Deanna didn't want to push him to talk to her, she still wanted to know what was bothering him. She tried to give him time to process and open up on his own. But soon they were already halfway through the session and he still hadn't even hinted as to what was bothering him. So she decided it was time to be direct and just ask.

"Data...is everything alright? What is bothering you?" She asks him softly. But as he had been doing alot this session, he simply sits unresponsive. His eyes staring down at his hands unblinking. It was as if he was in another world, in a trance.

"Data?" She tries again to gain his attention. This time she even snaps her fingers in front of him trying to bring him back to the real world.

"..." He still didn't respond. That's it....

"Data!"

Data jolts his head up and looks at her eyes wide open. A second passes until he blinks slowly and fully snaps out of his daze. As if his processors just now decided to begin working.

"I am sorry counselor...what were you saying?" He tilts his head slightly, he still sounds far off and untethered but at least he's responding now.

"Are you alright? You were spaced out for quite some time." Deanna inquires brows furrowed. She could quite literally feel that something was off with him now. It was subdued but definitely present.

"Yes." Data responds automatically. Then after a beat of silence he shakes his head. "Actually no...I am not 'all right'. I worry that I am broken."

"Broken? Oh data." She croons and grabs his hands. "Why would you ever think you are broken?"

"Everything is...wrong" he looks down at their joined hands. He opens his mouth to speak again but no words come out.

"What do you mean Data? What's wrong? Are you feeling...off?" She offers.

"I cannot feel." He states robotically like he has many times before.

"Data..." She gives him a gentle yet pointed look.

"Sorry. Yes, I fee.... I am off. I am having calculation errors, I am unable to focus, and I always have the sensation of being watched although I know I am not. I feel as though I am not safe..." Data says anxiously now fidgeting with his and Deanna's hands.

"Oh my Data. I could see how that would make you feel off! When did this all start?" Her mind begins to race is someone stalking him or is it paranoia? Is it possible for him to be paranoid?

"I believe a week ago? Not long after we arrived in the Lohrn Cluster." Data answers quietly after some thought.

"Data... that was 2 weeks ago not one." She says eyeing him more concerned now. He doesn't make simple mistakes like that ever. Maybe he isn't being stalked and it is more than just paranoia.

"This is odd. Maybe you are suffering a malfunction? Have you spoke to Geordi?"

"I am not malfunctioning, Geordi already checked and said there was nothing wrong with me. He checked multiple times quite meticulously. But he still found no abnormalities."

"What about Beverly? Perhaps she would be able to help." Deanna says hopefully. "Maybe she could find something that was overlooked or have an idea of how to help?"

"Perhaps...thank you Counselor." Data stands and begins walking to the door. Deanna trails closely behind him hand on his lower back.

"Of course Data. Oh! How about in the meantine we start meeting more often. I'd say at least twice a week? Is that alright with you?" She asks gently. She wants to keep an eye in him. To make sure this isn't as serious as she feels it is.

Data nods stiffly, "That seems to be a good idea. Thank you again Counselor."

"Not a problem Data if you have any more concerns contact me." She gives Data a soft hug. It is brief and soon after he leaves out the door.

'I hope that it will help him. It pains me seeing him so out of sorts.' She thinks to herself watching him leave.

***

"I'm sorry Data I ju-

"Can not find anything? There is nothing wrong with me? I am in perfect condition right?" Data interrupts shooting up from his seat in frustration.

"Data!" Beverly looks at him in shock. Its not as though he yelled or even snapped at her. Its just so out of character for him to behave this way. Data sinks back down onto the medbed.

"I apologize Dr. It is just disheartening that no one can find what is wrong with me. And it seems as though no one believes me." Data speaks softly. Sounding like a scolded child, a sad, scared and scolded child.

"Data...I believe you! It's just I can't find the problem, you seem perfectly healthy! But that's obviously not the case...You are acting out of character and seem to be experiencing severe discomfort. I'm very concerned Data." She admits. Bev rubs Data's back in support and to comfort. It pains her to see her normally energetic and kind Data....so broken and sad. He may deny all emotions but times like this proves otherwise.

"Dr? Am...am I crazy?" Data chokes out.

"No! No, you're not crazy!" She tilts his chin up making him look her in the eye. She lets out a gasp when their eyes meet. His eyes are brimming with golden tears. "Oh my poor Data..." She mummurs to him.

That's what finally broke the dam. Golden tears begin pouring down his face and sobs wrack his body making him tremble like a leaf. Beverly pulls Data into her embrace, holding him tightly. She speaks gently trying to soothe him and whispers sweet nothings in his ear. She pats his back and rocks him gently. All the same as she would to Wesley when he was just a boy. And in an odd way she does see Data like a son and holds a lot of love for him. So to see him cry well... basically every cry he lets out is another stab to her poor heart.

Beverly decides the best course of action is to get the captain. She knows how much Data looks to him for support. And he ought to be able to calm himself down. So she taps her com badge. "Captain I need your assistance down in medbay. It's Data. Bring the counselor aswell if possible."

"Is he alright? What's going on?"

"You will have to see for yourself, please just hurry." Bev says exasperated.

"On my way now."

***

"Beverly?" Picard calls out entering sickbay.

"Back here." She calls softly to him just from the other room.

The captain makes his way back following her voice. When he steps into the doorway he freezes in shock at what he sees. Data, sobbing in Beverly's arms. Him whimpering and whining in a small wavering voice.

"Where's Deanna?" She mouths.

"Busy." He breathes out.

"Talk to him" Bev mouths. Picard looks at her wide eyed and shakes his head. The captain doesn't do well with tears. And with mushy sentiments.

"I don't know how." he whispers panicked. He honestly has no clue how to deal with emotions. Much less an androids. She gives him a pointed glare then rolls her eyes.

"Hey, Data? I have to go for a moment alright? Talk to the captain for now. I will be right back." She carefully untangles herself from him. Then goes to leave before the captain can protest. And she leaves Jean-Luc with the sniffling android to fend for himself. She knows the stubborn man can handle it.

Seconds pass until Picard gathers himself and his courage. And then he quietly crosses the room and takes a seat beside Data.

"Data...what is the matter?" The Captain asks rubbing Data's back.

"Eeverything...I am broken...aand now mmy chest hurts. I hurt. I should not hurt. My eyes are leaking. I aam broken. I do not waant to be broken." Data stutters out his lips quivering barely holding back his cries. Seeing Data so distressed breaks through Captains tough exterior and right into his heart nearly bringing himself to tears. Picard struggles to stay composed.

"Data you...you are not broken. It's normal to cry when overwhelmed. Just take some deep breaths with me. Then we can talk more." Picard orders. And so they sit there together simply breathing in and out. In and out. Until Data calms down. While he is alot calmer, his breath is still shaky and tears stain his alabaster cheeks gold.

"Now Data. How are you feeling?"

"I...I am unsure. I am conflicted. I was unaware I could cry." He sniffles sniffles.

"I was too Data...I was too. Would you like to talk about it?"

"Nno sir, if I may I would like to go to my room." Data requests, seemingly more composed than before. But he avoids looking into the Captain's eyes. Because he'd surely see right through him otherwise. And he'd burst back into tears. Data can't handle it he can barely think straight.

"That's fine Data. But I think you should go to engineering first to talk to Geordi. Then after you may have the day off."

"Yes sir...thank you. I'm sorry for crying." Data quips ready to leave as soon as possible.

"Don't worry about that Data." Picard shakes his head and gives Data a pat on the shoulder. "I'm just glad you're alright."

'I do not feel "alright"' Data thinks to himself as he leaves the medbay. He forgoes going to engineering and goes straight to his room instead. It is pointless to bother Geordi he thinks. He already knows what he will be told. He can't stand to hear it again. All he wants is to go home and hold Spot.

***

"I'm sorry I couldn't come with you captain what is it that you needed?" Deanna asks.

"Data he had an outburst."

"An outburst?"

"He was crying...he was sobbing."

"I- I didn't know he could cry." Deanna says in shock.

Picard laughs ruefully. "Neither did I."

"Is he alright?" She asks.

"No...No I don't think so. Deanna, you've spoken to him what do you think is going on?"

"I'm not certain captain but perhaps he is going through a break through of sorts? He has been seeming more and more emotional lately. Maybe the newly developing emotions are overwhelming him? Leaving him in a vulnerable state, much like a child still learning how to regulate emotions."

"If that's the case then what should we do?" Picard questions.

"For now I'd say it's best to just let him know we are here for him and give him guidance when he needs it." She sighs. "Other than that there's not much else I know to do...I wish I could be of more help."

"You are doing all you can Deanna. You're doing a great job."

"I know but I just don't feel like I'm doing enough." She sighs.

***

"Worf?"

Worf turns on his barstool to face Data. "Yes Lt. Data?"

"May I join you?" He asks.

Worf looks at him for a second then nods turning back the bar with a grunt. Data slides into the barstool beside him as Worf sips his cranberry juice. He waits for Data to speak first and observes him from the corner of his eye in the meanwhile. Worf's trained eyes quickly notice Data's on edge and fidgety behavior opposed to his usual calm and collected self.

"Worf may I ask you a question?" Data speaks up.

"You may." Worf turns to give him his full attention.

"I am uncertain as to how I should word this so I will not 'beat around the bush'." Data pauses and then speaks meakly, "I feel unsafe."

This catches Worf's attention as cheif of security. "What do you mean? Is someone giving you trouble? You just have to name them and I will see it handled, you need not worry!" Worf states fiercly sincere. He would do everything in his power to keep his family safe and Data is no exception.

"No, that will not be necessary. No one is giving me trouble. I simply feel unsafe in my mind... I seek your advice Worf. I do not know what to do."

Data avoids eye contact with Worf. He's not even sure why he felt the need to reach out to Worf. What could he do about the fact that Data is losing his mind? Not even the Dr or Counselor could help him.

"I see..." Worf pauses a moment to think. "You are a strong warrior you need not worry. But I will still keep an eye out for you just in case. If you would like you are welcome to join my Mok'bar class. It would help you to clear your mind."

"Thank you Worf. I will keep that in mind." Data states standing up from the bar.

"No need for thanks. Your safety is my duty." Worf grunts. He gives Data a strong pat on the back and then watches him leave.

***

"Data? Are you there?" Geordi calls from the hall. Geordi, Will, Deanna, and Worf have been waiting for quite awhile. They all decided to come to Data's room when he failed to show for their scheduled poker game. He also failed to respond to any of their messages.

When they get no answer Will decides to call this time. "Data are you there? Its Will." This time a faint buzz like hum can be heard from inside the room.

"Do you hear that noise?" Will asks. The group all agrees to hearing it and unease grows amongst them. This is such an odd situation and unlike Data. Although he has been acting stranger and stranger lately.

"That's it! Data if you do not respond now I will be forced to use my emergency override!" Worf barks out. After a moment of waiting he overrides the lock and storms into Data's room. His hand over his phaser ready to draw if necessary. The others enter behind him more cautiously.

A scan of the room the quickly reveals the cause of the ominous buzz. Data on the floor. Laying sprawled out on his stomach twitching. His face turned at an odd angle looking at them eyes open and unblinking. In a pool of his blood.

"Data?" Geordi calls urgently and rushes over to him. "Data!"

Geordi quickly kneels over Data who's breath is coming out in short sputtered gasps.

The others all stand in their own forms of shock and grief. Deanna cries as Will holds her against him. He is unable to look away from his friend's seizing body. Worf is comming Dr. Crusher, his eyes look anywhere but Data.

Geordi reaches down and rolls Data onto his back. His eyes spasm unfocused as his body continues to twitch. The buzzing hum coming from Data's slightly parted lips becomes more audible.

Geordi's quickly scans his friend and immediately notices the problem. There is damage to Data's bioplast in multiple areas, but mainly his throat which is ripped out. There is further damage across his temple with sparks flying from it. And finally in Data's steel clutch there are several wires and chunks of his bioplast.

"Data...what have you done?" Geordi looks down at him. His pale skin glistens with sweat and yellow blood that pours from him. "G-Geor-i" he spurtters out garbled by his blood. Geordi's eyes widen in surprise.

"Data! Stay with me buddy! You're gonna be okay. I gotcha...its okay." Geordi mummurs out while trying to stop the bleeding. He presses his trembling hands up against Data's throat. The room is so silent yet so loud. Deanna's soft cries with Will doing his best to soothe her. Worf's foot fall as he paces restlessly. And the hum from Data which is steadily growing more faint and quiet by the minute. Until finally the sound of loud voices and running can be heard from the hall.

"I'm here move out of the way!" Dr. Crusher commands as she rushes through the door. A couple other nurses rush in behind her silently awaiting her orders. Dr. Crusher comes to a stop and crouches beside Geordi and Data. With trained eyes she assesses the damage and has to hold back a gasp at the sight. It's worse than she was expecting. How could she expect this? Data soaked in his golden blood, eyes unfocused as if he was already dead. Lifeless. She shudders at the thought. She pushes her own feelings down with a deep breath and lets the doctor within her take over.

Beverly orders her nurses to prepare the gurney and to gently load him onto it. She turns back to Geordi. "Are you coming? We will need your help. You know his body best." She asks Geordi urgently.

"Y-Yes. I will. We should get him to engineering. Quickly." He stutters out to her trying to stay strong for Data. She nods and they all sprint to engineering.

***

"How are you buddy?" Geordi asks.

"I-I am bbrok...n." Data garbles out.

"I can tell." He chuckles mirthlessly. "I'm going to shut you off to prevent any further damage to your circuits is that okay?" He asks wanting Data's consent. He hates having to shut Data off as is. Much less without explicit consent. Feels wrong like killing his friend. Even though he knows he'll spring back to life the second he switches him back on.

Data tries to respond but chokes on blood and sputters. He instead responds with a small twitch of a nod with honeyed tear streaming down his face. Geordi tears up at the sight and reluctantly shuts him off watching his body go limp. Geordi flinches at the sight and calls the Dr. It's time.

***

"Worf how are you holding up?" Will asks worriedly. Worf has been silent doing nothing but stiffly standing by the door for over an hour now. And while Will may not be able to help Data, he can and will help Worf.

"Fine." Worf growls out in response.

Will approaches him slowly. "Worf, its okay to n-

"I said I'm fine!" Worf shouts punching the wall beside him. Will flinches in his spot not moving any closer.

"I- I am sorry...It's just..." He stammers struggling to find the right words. Will nods encouragingly and waits for Worf to continue.

"It was shocking to see Data like that. So hurt and fragile...I forgot he is capable of being hurt... Of dying" Worf lets out a shaky sigh. "But more so I'm angry! I'm angry that this could happen! That he would do this! That...That I didn't stop him."

"Worf none of us knew this would happen. Its not your fault."

"He came to me! For advice... for help! He needed me and I couldn't help him. When has he ever failed me? Never, he has always been there for me. And this is how I repay him? Leaving him for death..." Worf vents his anger his pain. Raging and raving to Will. When hes done he's left out of breath, sitting against the wall with Will beside him.

"Feel better?" Will asks with a weak smile.

"Yes...thank you"

***

"How is he doing?" The Captain asks Geordi.

Geordi sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. "He is is fully repaired and is rebooting now. But I won't be able to tell if there is any permanent damage to his neural net until he wakes up."

"What happened to him Geordi?"

Geordi stands silently then sighs. "He...It looks like he did it to himself. But why?" Geordi sighs defeated and begins pacing.

"Why would he do that? Why hurt himself? Was it a suicide attempt? I don't think he would try to kill himself. He's never even mentioned having suicidal thoughts! At least not since he was first activated. When he was dealing with neural pathway developments. But not now. It doesn't make sense," Geordi rambles hands shaking.

The Captain walks over and puts a hand on Geordi's shoulder. "Look I understand you're upset. I'm worried too. But there is nothing we can do about it right now. So let's focus on getting him back to full functionality and stable. Then we can discuss with him and try to get some answers."

"Okay yah. Yah... you're right." Geordi shakily nods.

"And to be safe we'll have Counselor Troi run an evaluation him. The Captain pulls him into a tight hug. "It's going to be okay Geordi."

"II know its just...I thought we lost him! Thatthat I lost him..." Geordi mummers in Picard embrace. Even though he tried to hold it in some tears fall. It's just too much for him to bear. Spending hours piecing together his friend's broken bloody body like some sick jigsaw puzzle. It took a huge toll on him.

"He's still alive thanks to you and Dr. Crusher's hard work. All thats left is figuring out the root of the problem and helping Data out." Picard rubs Geordi's back soothingly.

***

"Why did you do it?" Geordi asks in a trembling voice. "Why?"

Data looks around at the faces of his friends. He feels a sense of embarrassment and guilt. "I-I am not sure. It was like I was not in control of my body. I was just trying to get it out."

"Get what out Data?" Deanna asks gently. She moves to soothe Data.

"I do not know." He goes silent. He drowns in shame. He does not want them to think he is crazy. Seeing this Will quickly stops Data's spiraling thoughts.

"It's okay. We're going to figure it out Data don't worry." Will pats Data's shoulder. Deanna nods in agreement and grabs ahold of Data's hand shooting him a supportive smile.

"Geordi, have you looked into the circuitry that Data pulled? Maybe that has something to with it." Dr. Crusher asks.

"I did but there was nothing wrong with any of it... other than the damage from being pulled." Geordi trails off.

"Have you tried using a different setting on your scanner?" Worf speaks up. Everyone turns to look at him. Worf flushes at all the attention. "What?"

"Thats a great idea...why haven't I thought of that? Maybe there is something but it is not being picked up!" Geordi exclaims and starts adjusting his scanner. He scans and adjusts until finally he picks something up.

Geordi gasps and drops his scanner. "Oh my god..." He covers his mouth with his hand.

"What is it? What have you found Geordi?" The captain urges. The room is tense as everyone waits for Geordi to explain what is wrong with their Data.

"There is some type of parasite attached to his circuitry...and this whole time...I never noticed." Geordi mumbles nearly in tears again.

"We have to remove it, destroy it!" Worf growls out breaking the silence.

"Hold on hold on!" Riker says holding up his hand. "What exactly is it and where did it come from? Have we ever seen anything like this before?"

"No, not that I can think of," Geordi replies.

"This is not good news." The captain sighs. "All right, I want you to take Data to sickbay and see if you and Dr. Crusher can find a way to remove whatever it is that's attached to him."

"Yes sir." Geordi and Dr. Crusher leave with Data in tow.

Riker turns to the captain, "Do you think this might be related to our arrival in the Lohrn Cluster?"

" It does seem too coincidental that all this begins happening to Data at the same time we arrive here." Worf adds.

"Actually, you two might be right! I just remembered that Data mentioned he first started having issues shortly after we arrived." Deanna exclaims.

"Maybe we have an answer then," Riker replies.

Picard nods. "Well, let's hope so."

***

The next two days were busy ones for everyone. Dr. Crusher and La Forge working hard to find a way to remove the parasite from Data. And the rest of the crew is busy checking all of the systems on the Enterprise to make sure they were not infected. So far they have spotted only spotted a group of parasites attached to one of the navigational systems.

Weasley is also busy trying to figure out exactly where the parasites came from. And he's running experiments to see what affects them. And when he finally finds something he reports it back to Picard.

"Captain, I may have a lead for you."

"Excellent, tell me about it. Anything at this point would help us figure out how to get rid of these things." Picard says happy to have any answers.

"It seems that the parasites are attracted to specific frequencies. They will not attach to any of the lower frequency settings." He holds up a screen that shows two different settings on a transporter system.

"If we could somehow change the setting, they might not attach to it." Wesley says hopefully.

"This is a great lead thank you Wesley. Please share your findings with Mr. La Forge immediately." The captain orders.

"Yes sir!" Wesley runs off to med bay to speak with his mother and Geordi.

***

"That's genius Wesley! And I believe we already have proof to support your theory! I was able to find damage from other parasites that were present in Data's system. But when I found them they were already dead. The humming that Data was making when we first found him might have been what killed them!" Geordi says excited to finally have some solutions. He is ready to finally solve this problem once and for all.

"Happy to help." Wesley says bashfully then he turns to Data, "Data would you be able to do the humming again?" Wesley asks.

"I can try but I do not remember humming." Data says quietly. He is extremely worn down and drained. The parasite is physically and mentally exhausting him.

"That's alright just try. It was a deeper buzz like hum." Geordi describes. "I will be scanning the parasite I will let you know when there is a change. Alright?"

Data nods and starts to produce a hum noise progressively getting lower until. "Data there perfect! It is reacting."

Data continues the hum and the parasite struggles against the frequency until it dies. "Its dead Data! Good job." Geordi exclaims relieved.

"I am glad." Data sighs tired but happy it's finally over. "Thank you all. I am sorry for all the trouble."

"Of course Data! And you're no trouble! It's my fault! I should have taken you more seriously. I'm so sorry..." Geordi apologizes disappointed in himself. He should have believed his friend from the start, he shouldn't have brushed him off. This could have gone much worse. He would never have forgiven himself if Data had permanent damage or worse...died because of his negligence. Hech he can't forgive himself for anything right now as is.

"Geordi it is not your fault." Data gently brushes Geordi's cheek with his finger tips. "You could not have known. Besides everything is all right now."

Geordi laughes, "I'm supposed to be comforting you right now not the other way around." Data's lip twitches into a slight soft smile.

"It's good to have you back Data." Dr. Crusher pats Data on the back interrupting their moment.

"I missed you Data!" Wesley exclaims jumping between them and pulling Data and Geordi into a big hug. Beverly laughs watching them. She can't wait to tell the others that Data is well again. After all its good to have the family back together again.

[whathappenstotheheart]

I'm quite pumped to start my Fic O'Clock challenge tomorrow! I'm not totally sure which WIP I'll tackle on the first day, but here's a list in no particular order of the works I may or may not poke during the challenge:

Heal - Star Trek TNG - A long-form slow burn Beverly/Deanna friends-to-eventual-polycule that's sadly been stuck between chapters 3 and 4 forever. Look forward to getting back to it! AO3 link

Another Haven - Star Trek TNG - AU Beverly/Deanna short-shot reworking of the TNG episode "Haven". Still drafting.

Unnamed O'Keiry's short shot - Star Trek DS9 - Short-shot about Miles, Kira and Nerys getting together following the birth of Kirayoshi. Still drafting but did Flufftober for it last year.

Melodies - Criminal Minds - Emily/JJ/Will friends-to-polycule fic with a lot of angst. In the planning stage.

Missed Opportunities - Criminal Minds - Penelope/Morgan one-offs showing all the ways they could've gotten together. Two already up, two being drafted.

Unnamed ER fix-it - ER - One-shot fix-it fic for a particular Kerry Weaver scene/storyline. Still planning, I can't even decide which way to go with the fix-it.

I feel like there's others I'm missing but hopefully not... I certainly won't finish them all, but hopefully I'll make progress with them all and finish a few!

[the-time-lord-oracle]

My latest story: Chelsea Willows: Assimilation2, crossover with Star Trek: The Next Generation. Now posted to FFN and AO3.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Just another red alert

SUMMARY: The enterprise is under attack and you seem to take the fall… literally.

TW: Broken bones, child abandonment, head injury, passing out, secrets

PLATONIC R

ENSIGN / NURSE R

A/n idk why 2/3 chapters so far include head injures haha. I’ll find something interesting and hopefully a little different for the next chapter lol.

Life on the enterprise was never boring that was for sure. You were getting ready to go to sleep when the red alert sounded. Dammit, i guess you wouldn’t be sleeping then. 

You sighed sitting up in bed and swinging your legs over the edge. Well if you’re not going to sleep, might as well do your job and head to the bridge. You stood and got changed into your uniform. As you began to head over to the door, a huge jolt rocked the ship. 

Catching you completely off guard you found yourself being thrown forward, hard, and directly into a wall. Putting you hand out to stop yourself you felt and heard the crunch of bone before your arm slipped and you went head first into the wall, knocking you out on impact. 

The red alert sounded in the background while you laid half against the wall your broken wrist hanging limply by your side. 

On the bridge things were looking slightly better. The Romulan war bird had caught the captain by surprise and worf was a second too slow on the shield. The ship rocked and Picard signalled to open communications. 

“This is Captain Picard of the USS enterprise, romulan warbird you have fired on a federation vessel. This has been seen as an act of war. If you do not disarm your phaser banks we will retaliate with force.” He said gruffly and worf shook his head.

“No response captain.” The Klingon said.

“Alright Mr worf, power to the phasers and ready a full spread of photon torpedoes. Mr crusher bring us about 20 degrees star board. I want them in our sights.” He ordered. 

“Aye Captain. Phaser banks charged, on your order sir.” He said.

“Not yet.” Picard said holding up a hand to gesture his sentiment. 

“Sir a second vessel has decloaked aft starboard!” Worf said. “Sir it’s firing on the other vessel. The vessel had been destroyed.” He said. “Sir, they are hailing us.” 

“On screen Mr Worf.” Picard said and the view screen flashed on. 

“Captain. I apologise on behalf of the empire, a band of … rogues have been attempting to start war with the federation. They had commandeered a ship and paid with their lives. I trust this misplaced and misguided act of aggression is forgivable?” The romulan captain said. 

Picard held up a hand and Worf turned off audio. 

“Deanna?” The captain asked. 

“He’s telling the truth sir. I sense no guilt or lies in his words. More like … apprehension for your answer.” She said and Picard nodded to worf again. 

“Captain, i trust as this remains an isolated incident the federation is willing to … overlook this act as a sign of trust which will hopefully reinforce the treaty. However,” he said straightening his uniform, “It must remain as such; isolated.” He said.

“Thank you Captain. And once more, my apologies.” The romulan said and cut communications. 

“Mr crusher lay in a course for our previous heading.” Riker order and Wesley tapped his console.

“Course laid in sir.” He said.

“Engage.” Riker commanded. 

With that matter settled red alert was cancelled and riker combadge chirped. 

“Dr crusher to Riker.”

“Riker here doc, go ahead.”

“Could you please send ensign L/n to sickbay. I have more patients than hands on deck currently and i need all my nurses here.” She said and Riker looked at Picard and frowned. 

“She’s not here doc, i assumed she reported to you when she didn’t show on the bridge.”

“Well she’s certainly not here.” The doctor responded. 

“I’ll go find her.” Deanna volunteered and will gave her a nod. 

You were one of the few members of the crew with a duel posting. You took the com in alternating shifts to work in sickbay. With a degree in nursing and the skills of pilot from where you grew up on a colony, Starfleet had granted you a duel posting on the enterprise after you had managed to defend you colony at seventeen and then helped provide valuable aid to its citizens after the attack. 

It was only a small colony, but you had been fast tracked in your entry process and it was barely a year later you had found yourself on the federation flagship. 

Deanna was in the turbolift on the way to deck 17. 

“Computer, locate ensign L/n.” She said.

“Ensign L/n is in her quarters.” The robotic voice responded.

“Strange.” Deanna muttered to herself. “Computer, what is the ensigns current status.” She said. 

“Insufficient data.” The computer chirped.

“What is ensign L/n’s bio-readings?” She asked again. 

“Insufficient data, ensign L/n has restricted access to that data to Dr crusher only.” The computer said.

“What?!”

“Ensign L/n has restricted access to-“

“Understood.” She said frustrated. “Why?”

“Unknown.” 

At that moment the doors to the turbolift hissed open and Deanna strode out and towards your quarters. She tapped the consul on the wall and heard it chime, but there was no response. 

“Manual override, command code Troi delta 2-1-0” she said and the door opened. 

She glanced around before moving into your bedroom and hurried to your side. 

“Troi to sickbay, medical emergency. Two to beam directly to sickbay.” 

“Acknowledged Counsellor.” A voice said.

A moment later the two of you were in sickbay. Dr crusher was just finishing up with the last of the patients when she saw you beam in. 

“God. She never does things by half.” Beverley said, rushing to kneel next to you and scanning your full body with the tricorder. 

“But thats what you love about her.” Deanna said and smiled. 

“Yes” the doctor responded, “help me get her up.” She said and the two of them gently lifted you onto a biobed. 

“she has a nasty break in her wrist. Surprisingly her head seems more or less fine. Probably due to her strong betazed brain healing fast.” Beverly said and Deanna looked up.

“Her what?!” She said standing up and Beverly winced. 

“Sorry, i wasn’t supposed to say that.” She said and turned away to grab a regenerator for your arm. 

“Is that why her scans are restricted? Because she doesn’t want people to know?” Deanna asked sitting back down by your bed.

“Yes. More like she’s afraid of it getting out. She was adopted on her colony after her parents abandoned her on an outpost in the same system. She does like to remember, she refuses to tell people. I think shes afraid of what people will think.” Beverly explained as she moved your wrist slightly and scanned it to check the bone was in place properly. 

“Nobody has an issue with me?” Deanna said questionably and frowning. 

“Yes. But your the Counsellor, you have to keep their emotions to yourself. Doctor patient confidentiality, something I just fail dismally in.” The doctor said as she switched on the device as it let off a low blue light and deep hum. 

“I suppose the idea of someone who could spill all your secrets does pose issues socially.” Deanna said. “My mother certainly does.” She said with a laugh. “Is she fully betazoid?” Deanna asked. 

“Three quarters.” 

“How?”

“Her mother was betazoid and her father was half. Based off her genetics.” The redhead explained removing the device and scanning your wrist again to see how it healed. 

“So what does that look like?” Deanna asked “is she telepathic?”

“To an extent.” You said and they both looked at you sheepishly. “I guess the cats out of the bag then. But i trust you’ll keep this between the three of us Counsellor Troi?” You sighed. 

“Of course, i wouldn’t want you to steal my job.” She joked. 

“I wouldn’t. And for what it’s worth I’m glad it was you, generally medical professionals are better at keeping secrets.”

“And I’m glad to have another of my kind on board.”

“I suppose so.” You said with a sigh and she frowned. 

“You don’t like that?”

“More i don’t like to remember. And doc?”

“Yes?” Beverly said avoiding eye contact. 

“Thanks for fixing my arm.” 

“No problem, hows the head feeling?”

“Not bad, i think it was partly the rush of emotion.” You said and sat up rubbing your wrist with your other hand.

“You can’t block it out? Nobody taught you?” Deanna said sounding surprised. 

“Nobody to teach me.” You said with a shrug. 

“I can.” Deanna offered with a smile. 

“I’d like that.” You said telepathically and Deanna looked shocked for a second before smiling broadly. 

“Oh god. Now theres two of you. You know not all of us can join your mental conversation. Us normal people would like to know whats going on sometimes.” The doctor huffed and you grinned. 

“Sorry doc. Confidential.” You said with an evil grin and she rolled her eyes. 

“So what are the extent of your abilities Y/n?” Deanna asked and you smiled at her wistfully. 

“Well I’m empathic, like yourself.” You said waving your hands as you talked. “I can communicate telepathically. I can catch some people’s thoughts but only if they are really focused on them and i try hard enough. But thats about it. Your mother sure posed a problem.” You said with a laugh.

“My mother?” Deanna said pulling a face. “I wasn’t aware you knew her.”

“Yep. Sensed me my first day here. Wanted to tell you but i begged her. A very out of character experience i must say.” You said. 

“Im sorry.” Deanna said.

“Not a problem. I rather liked some of our conversations. I’ve never been to betazed. Not that i can recall. She was a good source of information.” You said with a smile. 

“You’ve never been?!” Deanna exclaimed. 

“Nope.” You said popping the p. 

“I’ll have to take you on your next shore leave then.” She offered and you nodded. 

“I’d like that very much.” You said with a big grin after a moment you swung your legs over the edge of the biobed intending to leave. 

“Not so fast Miss L/n.” Doctor crusher said and you slumped your shoulders and sighed. 

“Didn’t think so.” You muttered under your breath and Deanna chuckled. 

“I want to do a more intense brain scan to check for any residual damage and your not to put any strain on your wrist for a few days. Next shift I’ll scan it again to be sure you haven’t been.” She said with a motherly look. 

“Yes doc.” You said and she smiled, coming over and scanning your head with a diagnostic tool. 

“This wont take a moment.” She said.

“Doctors? Am i right?” You said telepathically to Troi and smirked. 

“You’re not wrong.” Troi said the same way. And Beverly raised an eyebrow. 

“Why do i feel like you’re talking about me.” She said with an authoritative tone. 

“Because we are.” You said with a grin. 

“A grand error on my part.” She said with a sigh and turned off the device. “You’re good to go ensign. But your shift in sickbay starts in twenty minutes.” 

“Aye aye captain.” You said with a mock salute, you winked at Deanna and offered her your arm. “Shall we make our great escape.” You said and Beverly sighed. 

“always the dramatist, aren’t you Y/n.” She smiled. 

“Whats life without drama my dear doctor.”

“I wouldn’t know.” She responded. 

“And don’t ever try and find out.” You said pulling a face and hopping off the bed. “Let’s leave my dear Deanna.” You said. 

The two of you said goodbye to Beverly and left to go find out the extent of your abilities and maybe learn a thing or two. But one thing was for sure, there was going to be chocolate involved. 

[hsavinien]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon), Star Trek: The Next Generation Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: King Clawthorne (The Owl House), Tasha Yar, Deanna Troi Additional Tags: Crossover, away mission, Fluff, During Timeskip in Episode: s03e03 Watching and Dreaming (The Owl House), Crack Summary:

A strange vehicle crashed near the palisman grove. King investigates.

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Day 1 for Fannish Fest February, @thepromptfoundry

[agent-troi]

fic stats game!

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

this looked fun so i stole it from @virtie333 hehe

Most hits: The MSR Files, the ficlet series I wrote last February (wasn’t intending this when it started but they’re in chronological order and can be read as one cohesive story lol)

Second most kudos: Platonic Procreation, my current WIP! An IVF arc AU where it worked and Mulder and Scully try to stay just friends anyway😅

Third most bookmarks: Mother Knows Best, in which Maggie Scully gives Diana what for😈 oh and there’s a happy ending for MSR too because I couldn’t resist hehe

Fourth most comments: The Only Answer, another Diana story… in which she and Scully switch bodies! Dun dun dun…

Fifth most words: This Heart That I Misplaced, a story I wrote for the darkfic exchange last year with the prompt that Mulder finds Samantha alive and in a mental hospital, but she doesn’t recognize/remember him…💔

Fic with the least amount of words: this is actually three drabbles, all star trek tng and riker/troi stories- First Date, New Life, Fresh Air