Diamond
Title: Diamond
Fandom: Star Trek: TNG
Characters: Data & Geordi
Prompt: #048. Diamond. [ table here]
Word Count: 452
Rating: G
Summary: Chinese finger puzzles.
Author's Notes: An innocent little quickie. Set during 'The Last Outpost', season 1.
“Data!”
The android caught the box of finger puzzles as it sailed through the air, then inspected it with interest as he made his way towards the door.
The puzzles appeared to be small woven tubes composed of a strong natural textile. There were different coloured materials in the braid which meant a pattern of little red and green diamonds formed on the surface. He was fooled by such a simple device. Intriguing. The braid the device was woven from must contract as it -
Data was interrupted by slap on the back from his companion as they left the observation lounge. Such contact was, Data might tell a human, ‘pleasing’. He certainly had a preference for it. Such a casual gesture of friendship gave him a sense of inclusion. The willingness to treat him as a person was a trait he particularly liked in his friend. Geordi was -
Data, while fiddling with one of the puzzles, had slipped his finger into an end again. He noticed his friend watching him with amusement as they walked along. Humour is exceptionally complex, Data decided. Geordi would merely raise his eyebrows at Data’s carefully practiced jokes, yet he and Riker had not been able to contain their laughter back in the observation lounge. Data decided he ought to unravel this particular mystery.
“Geordi, why is this humorous?” He lifted his right finger, puzzle still attached.
“Because...” The other grinned. “You were stuck in that thing while you were trying to be all serious.”
“My foolishness is amusing. Or perhaps it is my misfortune?”
Geordi’s smile fell and one of his eyebrows rose. “We were laughing with you Data, not at you.”
“But I was not laughing.”
“It’s...an expression.”
Data was now even more puzzled. He turned his attention to the trap. A toy indeed. “Such an intriguing device.”
“Those have been used to play tricks on people for a long time in human culture, Data. It’s nothing to write home about.”
Data’s turned his head to the side. “Query: ‘nothing to write home about’?”
“That’s... an expression too.” Geordi could see the android’s confusion only mounting. “You say it when something isn’t really special or unusual.”
“Ah.” They entered the bridge. “Thankyou.”
Nothing to write home about. Data inspected the puzzle on the end of his finger as he made his way to the ops station. Suddenly Geordi’s finger slid into the other end, pushing the device together so that the man was able to twist it off Data’s finger and on to his own. Geordi returned to conn station with the trap still attached.
That friendly human contact again. The corner of his mouth turned up a little as he awaited his captain’s instructions.
Fandom: Star Trek: TNG
Characters: Data & Geordi
Prompt: #048. Diamond. [ table here]
Word Count: 452
Rating: G
Summary: Chinese finger puzzles.
Author's Notes: An innocent little quickie. Set during 'The Last Outpost', season 1.
“Data!”
The android caught the box of finger puzzles as it sailed through the air, then inspected it with interest as he made his way towards the door.
The puzzles appeared to be small woven tubes composed of a strong natural textile. There were different coloured materials in the braid which meant a pattern of little red and green diamonds formed on the surface. He was fooled by such a simple device. Intriguing. The braid the device was woven from must contract as it -
Data was interrupted by slap on the back from his companion as they left the observation lounge. Such contact was, Data might tell a human, ‘pleasing’. He certainly had a preference for it. Such a casual gesture of friendship gave him a sense of inclusion. The willingness to treat him as a person was a trait he particularly liked in his friend. Geordi was -
Data, while fiddling with one of the puzzles, had slipped his finger into an end again. He noticed his friend watching him with amusement as they walked along. Humour is exceptionally complex, Data decided. Geordi would merely raise his eyebrows at Data’s carefully practiced jokes, yet he and Riker had not been able to contain their laughter back in the observation lounge. Data decided he ought to unravel this particular mystery.
“Geordi, why is this humorous?” He lifted his right finger, puzzle still attached.
“Because...” The other grinned. “You were stuck in that thing while you were trying to be all serious.”
“My foolishness is amusing. Or perhaps it is my misfortune?”
Geordi’s smile fell and one of his eyebrows rose. “We were laughing with you Data, not at you.”
“But I was not laughing.”
“It’s...an expression.”
Data was now even more puzzled. He turned his attention to the trap. A toy indeed. “Such an intriguing device.”
“Those have been used to play tricks on people for a long time in human culture, Data. It’s nothing to write home about.”
Data’s turned his head to the side. “Query: ‘nothing to write home about’?”
“That’s... an expression too.” Geordi could see the android’s confusion only mounting. “You say it when something isn’t really special or unusual.”
“Ah.” They entered the bridge. “Thankyou.”
Nothing to write home about. Data inspected the puzzle on the end of his finger as he made his way to the ops station. Suddenly Geordi’s finger slid into the other end, pushing the device together so that the man was able to twist it off Data’s finger and on to his own. Geordi returned to conn station with the trap still attached.
That friendly human contact again. The corner of his mouth turned up a little as he awaited his captain’s instructions.