AL smiles. "The alter ego envies you, you know," she says to V. "That talent you have for backstory and for setting stories within stories. I think she told you something along those lines."
She then chuckles at Butterfly Boy. "I think the alter ego writing these me-and-Data fics out of order worked for her for the most part. She started out writing when I first met him, and where that was I know: at the reception in Ten-Forward - um, a lounge area if you don't know - before the Enterprise's first mission. So she started writing that and then decided she wanted us together first before meeting or something."
"Well," says Luke, "as 'together' as one can be with an emotionless android."
AL makes a "so-so" gesture. "I didn't care that he couldn't return my feelings...I just wanted to be more than friends. Took six years and a trip to the 19th century to get me to ask."
"I am curious," says Data, speaking up for the first time after becoming the subject of discussion. "Would you have asked to be with me had I not 'died' in the 19th century?"
AL starts to nod, then stops and scratches her head, thinking. "Well, I had planned on just asking if I could spend a little more time with you once you got back to the Enterprise. I wasn't gonna ask to be more than friends. Then the whole thing with your head underneath San Francisco happened and, ultimately, made the decision for me once I knew you were okay."
Data nods, apparently satisfied with that answer.
"So," she concludes to Butterfly Boy, "unless she decides to pick the first meeting back up where she left off, if she continues to go backwards, next would be the time Data 'dated' a fellow officer." She, funnily enough, is not bothered by this. "I'd said it'd never last. She broke it off with him after a day or three."
Data seems to feel the need to explain. "Lieutenant D'Sora's previous relationship had been with a man she described as 'unemotional' and she felt that her choice of myself, an android then incapable of emotions, indicated a pattern so she chose to end our romantic endeavor."
AL "hurmph"s and folds her arms across her chest. "I'm just glad I was in the room when you got the emotion chip." She claps her hands. "But! I digress. We've taken over again. Next time we start rambling, someone poke us and tell us to stop, huh?" She laughs.
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5/4/15 03:40 (UTC)She then chuckles at Butterfly Boy. "I think the alter ego writing these me-and-Data fics out of order worked for her for the most part. She started out writing when I first met him, and where that was I know: at the reception in Ten-Forward - um, a lounge area if you don't know - before the Enterprise's first mission. So she started writing that and then decided she wanted us together first before meeting or something."
"Well," says Luke, "as 'together' as one can be with an emotionless android."
AL makes a "so-so" gesture. "I didn't care that he couldn't return my feelings...I just wanted to be more than friends. Took six years and a trip to the 19th century to get me to ask."
"I am curious," says Data, speaking up for the first time after becoming the subject of discussion. "Would you have asked to be with me had I not 'died' in the 19th century?"
AL starts to nod, then stops and scratches her head, thinking. "Well, I had planned on just asking if I could spend a little more time with you once you got back to the Enterprise. I wasn't gonna ask to be more than friends. Then the whole thing with your head underneath San Francisco happened and, ultimately, made the decision for me once I knew you were okay."
Data nods, apparently satisfied with that answer.
"So," she concludes to Butterfly Boy, "unless she decides to pick the first meeting back up where she left off, if she continues to go backwards, next would be the time Data 'dated' a fellow officer." She, funnily enough, is not bothered by this. "I'd said it'd never last. She broke it off with him after a day or three."
Data seems to feel the need to explain. "Lieutenant D'Sora's previous relationship had been with a man she described as 'unemotional' and she felt that her choice of myself, an android then incapable of emotions, indicated a pattern so she chose to end our romantic endeavor."
AL "hurmph"s and folds her arms across her chest. "I'm just glad I was in the room when you got the emotion chip." She claps her hands. "But! I digress. We've taken over again. Next time we start rambling, someone poke us and tell us to stop, huh?" She laughs.