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07 October 2011 @ 12:03 pm
Star Trek: TNG / Doctor Who ficlet : Flight of the Polymers  
Fandom: Star Trek: TNG, Doctor Who
Title: Flight of the Polymers
Characters: Data, Rory Williams, Amy Pond
Summary: On Data and Rory, and being plastic. Some conversations are doomed from the start. Originally written in response to a Multiverse prompt by Ladymercury_10.
Rating: G
Author's Note: I would very much like to thank my beta, the wonderful kathyh, whose comments really hit the nail on the head! :)
Story on AO3: Here


by Bimo

When they crossed paths, one sunny afternoon on a Risean beach, there was a brief moment of recognition – 0,00145273 seconds to be precise – in which Data realized he must have encountered the beach ball's owner before. Somewhere else, possibly in the bright, tingly place that, for lack of other words, other concepts, could only be described as the well of all positron dreams. But, what now? Data wondered. To further investigate the strange sensation of familiarity that he had experienced by simply looking at this mid-twenty-ish, ashen-blond and obviously quite Human male? Or to better ignore the notion as a mere glitch in his system? That was the question.

Data was rather certain which approach Geordi would take. Or Counselor Troi for that matter. The most socially acceptable reaction among Humans, of course, would be to pick up the ball – an ordinary sphere-shaped plastic hull filled with air and suitable for all sorts of beach games – and to throw it back in the direction that it had come from. Oddly enough, or rather un-oddly, just as Data did so, having precisely calculated all the involved factors such as distance and the strength and direction of wind, the toy's assumed owner, too, began to look increasingly puzzled. When the ball flew towards him, it was only at the very last moment that he reached out his arms – and failed to catch it.

"I believe this ball is yours, Sir?" Data asked.

"Um, yes. And sorry. My wife and I, we were just playing. I really didn't intend to hit you on the back of your head with it."

"No need to apologize."

After this rather hesitant exchange of words they curiously considered each other from head to toe, right to the coloured patterns of their respective bathing costumes. Commander Riker surely would have burst into laughter, so absurd was the situation. Captain Picard would have possibly frowned.

"You are an Android?"

"Yes, that observation is quite correct. And you used to be polymeric bioplast, at least for a while."

"Anything the matter, Rory?" a red-haired Human female in a bathing suit, obviously the afore mentioned wife, called from behind.

"No, everything's alright," Rory replied and then turned back towards Data. "I guess this must sound rather stupid. Your eyes, your skin… There are so many different Aliens running around on this beach that you could have been practically anything, any species. And yet I knew exactly what you are. Just as you knew about the plastic thingy. We've… we've met each other before, someplace else, haven't we?"

"If your definition of the term meeting also includes extrasensory perceptions in the philosophical sense, I would say, yes, we have. Would you by any chance be interested in discussing this phenomenon in a more elaborate manner?"

Already as he spoke, Data realized that he was not quite capable of conveying on how many different levels he would appreciate such an endeavour. The one-time polymer but now flesh-and-blood-again Rory shook his head. "Sorry, I don't think so, no. I'm afraid it's too personal," he said. Then he marched off in the direction of his wife, leaving the ball where it had fallen on the wet, surf-abraded sand.

Data stood silently for approximately 5,73591 minutes and watched the bright-blue plastic sphere getting carried away by the waves.

This entry was originally posted at http://www.dreamwidth.org/12345.html. Comment there or here, as you like. I'd be glad to reply to your comments over on DW.
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Kathyhkathyh on October 7th, 2011 11:02 am (UTC)
Ah, poor Data. He would find Rory so fascinating. Loved the additions and the bitter sweet flavour of the story.
Bimo: Best_of_Timelordsbimo on October 7th, 2011 01:15 pm (UTC)
Well, one could say I got a nudge in the right direction ;-)
Lady Mercury: Rory the Romanladymercury_10 on October 8th, 2011 06:09 am (UTC)
Ahh, this is fantastic! You really captured Data's voice. Thank you so much! I really really like it. :D
Bimo: Fivey_bookishbimo on October 8th, 2011 08:31 am (UTC)
So glad you enjoyed! :D
ugly bag of mostly water: star trek | t'polfadsforwhatever on October 9th, 2011 05:51 am (UTC)
I found this via trek_news and it's just wonderful! I never thought about it before, but Rory and Data could learn a lot from each other, couldn't they? :) This was lovely! And you've got a great Data voice! :D
Bimo: Julian_gaghbimo on October 9th, 2011 08:05 am (UTC)
Rory and Data could learn a lot from each other, couldn't they? :)

Yup, they could indeed - if they'd only get talking ... ;-)

Thank you so much for dropping by and commenting! Glad you enjoyed the story! :-D