Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newshosting.com!nx01.iad01.newshosting.com!yellow.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <003101c48406$5c64da00$6501a8c0@col.wideopenwest.com> From: "Babs Bunny" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TNG: Call of Duty Challenge "Call of Duty...Missed" (G, Data) Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 86 Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2004 04:55:02 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1092718502 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 17 Aug 2004 00:55:02 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2004 00:55:02 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:82826 X-Received-Date: Mon, 16 Aug 2004 21:55:14 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Call of Duty...Missed. Author: Babs Bunny Contact: babs at angel-hare dot com Series: TNG Rating: G Codes: challenge, Data Archive: Please do! Disclaimer: Data's not mine, but he's still my little pal! Notes: Stephen's Call of Duty Challenge reply. Enjoy!:) Commander Data sat on the floor of his quarters. He leaned up against the side of his bed, with his face buried in his arms, and he cried as though his heart would break. It wasn't that long ago that his emotion chip was newly installed, and he was sorely regretting that he had ever come across the stupid thing in the first place. For now he experienced human feelings in full force, and as such, felt stressed, overwhelmed, and scared. Not to mention the horrible feeling of guilt, as he was feeling now. [ newsgroup posting-script note: line exceeds 512 bytes. Line being reformatted] After a moment, he felt something soft t ickle his hand and he looked up, sniffli ng, at Spot who was watching him with mu ch concern. The orange tabby cat mewed softly and Data reached up and scritched her between the ears. His chest was st ill hitching, and his eyes still watered yellow tears, but he managed a small sm ile. "You have no idea how good it is t o see you right now, Spot.." he croaked , and then his smile faded. "Although.. .I do not believe I deserve to right now . I do not believe I deserve to see any one ever again.." Data's lower lip trem bled as he absently sat up and drew his cat into his arms, settling her into his lap. Spot allowed this. Granted she w asn't used to seeing her master as the t earful, runny-nosed sight he was now, bu t that didn't matter. She not only had a warm lap, but one that needed comforti ng. Data held her tighter. [end of reformatted line] [ newsgroup posting-script note: line exceeds 512 bytes. Line being reformatted] "I should have helped Geordi when he was captured. I should have done something . But..but when Soran cornered me..a-an d he aimed that phaser rifle at my nose. .. I was scared..and all I could think of was that he was going to shoot me...a nd that...that if he did I would feel pa in..and that I would die...and...and..." Data began to sob harder, crying into Spot's fur. "I should not have cared ab out myself hurting! I should have cared about Geordi hurting! It was...it was my duty as a S-Starfleet officer and...a nd as G-G-Geordi's friend to help him an d I did not and now Geordi is in pain an d is captured and it is all my fault!" [end of reformatted line] The android hiccoughed, and hugged Spot tightly, resulting in a squeezed "myah" from the cat. Spot struggled to get down. She enjoyed a good cuddle, but enough was enough and she wanted down. Data noticed this and let her go, feeling more miserable than before. He wanted to be deactivated. He wanted to escape this emotional turmoil. But most of all, he wanted to stop failing his loved ones. Data snuffled again, and absently wiped his nose with the back of his hand, all the while pondering this. Just then, Data's combadge chirped. It was the Captain, wanting Data's assistance in the Stellar Cartography simulation area. Data got to his feet and composed himself as much as he could. He grabbed a tissue and quickly scrubbed the tears away, forcing himself to calm down. He then took a deep breath and left his quarters. As miserable as he felt inside, he knew he had to keep going, knew he couldn't give up. Knew he had to keep trying and be as strong as he could. It was his duty. Both as a friend, and to Starfleet. Fin "Even as we talk, innocent, beautiful cars are being stolen and customized -- against their will." [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: