Title: Thine Own Self Author: Ainzfern Series: DS9-M/U Code: MU Garak/Data Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Paramount owns STAR TREK ... etc and so on and so forth! My only pay here is personal joy Summary: Lieutenant Commander Data of the Federation allows himself to be captured in order to retrieve some stolen technology from the Alliance. Once on Terok Nor, he becomes the personal property of the First Officer, Gul Garak. In the process of trying to bend this new and unusual acquisition to his will, Garak comes to realize a few painful truths about himself and what *true* loyalty really means. Feedback: Yes please! All comments welcome. ainzfern@hotmail.com Author's Note: My copious thanks to Julie for doing the BETA and for checking over my Data. I grovel, I worship! ***AU Note:*** I will let my brilliant BETA, Julie, say a few words at this point RE Data's emotion chip: [Brief emotion chip history post- TV series: Generations: Data gets too emotional and fuses his chip to his neural net so he can't remove it. In a mysterious scene apparently on the cutting-room floor, Bev figures out a way to remove it, but he decides not to. First Contact: He can turn the chip off and on by a flick of his head, but the Borg Queen breaks in and turns it on. Insurrection: He somehow decides to take it out and leave it in his quarters or wherever. Nobody knows whether Geordi put it back in or not, and you can't tell from Spiner's acting either. I don't think anyone told him either way.] ***For the purposes of this story, Data *has* the chip in and can remove it with the help of an engineer who knows what he's doing, ie, Geordi.*** This story is set while the Alliance still holds Terok Nor. I have also given Gul Garak a, ah... shall we say, certain sexual peccadillo? It's something I've not tried before but I have seen other stories where something similar has been done and I found it quite <PANT> interesting... = = = = = = = = = "This above all: to thine own self be true" – Shakespeare Thine Own Self TEROK NOR: "It's odd. I've not seen anything like it before. It came through the wormhole, you say?" "Yes, Intendant." "Hmmm." He watched unblinkingly as she sighed and stepped closer to the bars of the dank little cell, peering inside. "It wears the uniform of the Federation." Another joined her. The Cardassian male that had first assessed him before calling his superior. "Indeed it does. It *says* it came here in error." She huffed a short laugh. "It's lying. They *always* do. It probably just wants information." "I imagine so, Intendant." The Cardassian paused a moment, briefly meeting his eyes. "Do you wish to have it?" She looked through the bars again, her red lips pursed with thought, looking him over as if she was deciding on a new gown. "No," she said finally. "I don't like it. I don't like its eyes. Do what you will with it, Garak. Kill it or send it to the processing level, it's all the same to me." The Cardassian looked in at him again. "I think *I* might take it, Intendant. It could be amusing and it's most certainly unusual." She laughed lightly. "I always knew your tastes were somewhat more *exotic* than mine." The Cardassian smiled at the jibe, but his pale eyes were hard. "I shall refrain from rebutting that remark, my Intendant," he said urbanely. She laughed again and turned away, the sharp click of her heels fading off as she strode along the corridor and out of the detention unit. "Well." The Cardassian smiled at him. "Alone at last. Would you tell me your name?" He straightened slightly, pulling his stance from `at ease' to `at attention' and moving a little closer to the front of the cell. He met the Cardassian's eyes steadily. With no real apprehension at all, just the strangely defined sense of curiosity that he recalled so clearly from his earlier days, he tilted his head slightly and considered his answer. "My name is Data," he said. ***** THE ENTERPRISE: TWO DAYS PRIOR: DOCKED AT DS9 "Ah, Lieutenant Commander, Data. Thank you for being so prompt." Picard nodded to him as he entered the ready room. "Allow me to introduce our guests." The Captain indicated the two men seated on the small lounge to one side of his desk. "This is Admiral Keoh of Starfleet Security," Picard nodded at the tall gray haired human, "and Doctor Mellard of the Starfleet division of technology." The slightly younger Bajoran smiled at Data. Data nodded at them. "I've heard much about you, Lieutenant Commander," Doctor Mellard said. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." "I am flattered, Sir." Data replied politely. He turned to the Captain, raising his eyebrows slightly to indicate his interest in hearing more. Picard nodded to Admiral Keoh. The Admiral sighed and rose to his feet. "Lieutenant Commander, I'll get straight to the point. We have summoned your presence because we would like you to accept a mission of extreme importance." As his neural net processed the Admiral's words, Data's emotion chip responded appropriately. A sharp surge of anticipation rose in the android's chest, his heart rate increased slightly. Not so long ago, Data would have found such a surge disturbing, but as his neural pathways had become adapted to the presence of the emotion chip, he had learned that such feelings were entirely natural, indeed a necessary part of life now as a fully sentient being. Now that he knew what it meant, he relished the change. "I see," he replied dutifully. "I assume you are prepared to brief me?" "We are." The Admiral drew in a deep breath. "Three days ago, the main lab of the Starfleet division of technology was broken into. A certain program, design specs to be exact, was copied and taken from the installation. Our people pursued the suspects to the wormhole here in Bajoran territory and observed them entering." "They did not emerge on the far side," Doctor Mellard continued. "We assessed their warp signature and we are almost certain that the thieves originated from the Mirror Universe." He smiled grimly. "There was of course another reason for our theory..." Data tilted his head slightly, awaiting more information. "One of the suspects was identified as *me*." The Doctor shook his head. "That's how they were able to access the installation." "It would appear that our doppelgangers have been spying on us," Picard added ruefully. Data looked at him for a moment, internally verifying the word. //Doppelganger...Mirror image, twin, copy.// "I see, Sir." "What we want *you* to do, Lieutenant Commander, is locate the stolen program and destroy it." The admiral took over the narration again. "Now that we are aware of the Alternate Universe's forays into our realm, we can take steps to ensure that it doesn't happen again. But for now, it is vitally important that the specs that were stolen are rendered useless to them. This type of technology has *no* place being in the hands of the Alliance. Doctor Mellard had created a virus that we will place within your network. It will lie dormant until it is uploaded into the specs program. Once there, is will scramble the program completely." Data considered it carefully. "What is the nature of the program?" "Specs for a new class of Starship, Lieutenant Commander Data," Doctor Mellard told him. "Point to point jump capacity by means of temporary stable wormholes. The potential benefits are almost limitless." "*But*, in the hands of someone like Intendant Kira of the Alliance, a potential distaster. One that could shift the entire balance of power in the Alternate Universe." The Admiral began to pace. "The only reason we haven't seen mass forays from the Alliance into our universe is because they are so caught up with fighting amongst themselves. Plus there's evidence that the Terran rebellion is starting to step up its activities. If Intendant Kira is able to build a fleet with this type of capability..." Data nodded. "She could theoretically quell the rebellion and then attain overall leadership, thereby freeing her to continue her expeditions into our Universe, only with the entire might of the Alliance behind her." "Indeed." The Admiral looked grim. There was a lengthy silence. Data stared down at the floor for a moment, a habit of deep thought that he had picked up from Humans, but one that he found actually did assist him in centering this judgment. He considered the possible risks, the benefits to the Federation and his chances of success. He felt a touch of anticipation, perhaps even slightly tinged with fear, but it was nothing that he could not quell with the understanding of his duty. Finally Data straightened. "I accept the mission, Admiral Keoh." "Excellent!" Doctor Mellard grinned with relief. "You *will* have *some* time to work with. Fortunately, the program was encrypted. It will take our thieves a while to break through the encoding. Hopefully, you will have found and neutralized it before that happens." "When do I leave, Sir?" Data asked Captain Picard. "Immediately, Lieutenant Commander. Doctor Mellard will prepare the virus for you now." The two guests moved towards the exit. "We will meet you in the transporter room shortly, Lieutenant Commander. And thank you," Admiral Keoh said softly. Data nodded, feeling his internal excitement building slightly. "Stay a moment, Data," Picard murmured as the two men left. "I have something I wish to discuss with you." "Of course, Captain." Picard sighed, then squared his shoulders. "I don't have to tell you that this mission will be extremely dangerous. This universe you'll be entering is, by *our* standards, an appalling place. You will most likely see things that will disturb you greatly, and you may be called upon to take actions that you would not normally take." The Captain's face was very somber. "And while I have *every* faith in your ability as an officer, I would strongly suggest to you that for the duration of this mission, you remove your emotion chip. We have no way of knowing how they will react to someone like you..." "An android, Captain?" Data nodded knowingly. "Indeed. We do know that advanced artificial life forms are unknown in the Alternate Universe. I suspect that you will be viewed as a new and different species and treated as such." "And you feel that removing my emotion chip will allow me to proceed more efficiently?" Picard nodded. "I do, Data. I would normally *never* ask you to do this, but it's an advantage that we can't afford to pass over." Data spent a moment watching the fish tank while he thought on Picard's words. He didn't like it, but he had to admit, the Captain had a point. He sighed. "Very well, Captain. I agree." ***** "OK, Data. Just one more second... and *there*, you're done." Geordi made one final adjustment with his tiny sonic screwdriver and carefully closed the small panel to the rear of the android's head. "How do you feel?" Data considered it, running response variables through his processor. He blinked and looked up at his friend. "I feel... nothing, Geordi. I am, of course, satisfied that the procedure has been successful, but I cannot confess to being... pleased." Geordi sighed and nodded. "Well, I guess that was the purpose of taking out your chip for the duration." The engineer packed away his tools and stepped to one side allowing Data to rise from the chair. "Thank you, Geordi." Data looked his young friend. It was an odd sensation, having the chip shut down again after all this time. He could acknowledge that he considered the young Human a friend, but he could not access any level of fondness for him. It was as if his regard for Geordi was nothing more than cerebral. Geordi's dark eyes grew serious. "You be careful out there, Data." He squeezed the android's shoulder gently. "Make it back in one piece so that I can flick your emotions back on, OK?" His smile was slightly shaky. "I will, Geordi. And I look forward to becoming... myself again." With that, Data turned and left engineering, heading to the transporter room and beyond that the wormhole and his mission. ***** TEROK NOR: "Welcome to your new lodgings." The First Officer ushered Data into a luxuriously appointed quarters. In the center of the room a collection of deep chairs and floor cushions surrounded a low table, designating the living area. Beyond it, through the far wall were two arched doorways, one leading to a small galley. The other, Data surmised, led to the bathroom. What drew Data's attention the most however, was the large bed set into an alcove by the side wall. It was piled with cushions and soft comforters and heavy crimson drapes fell from the ceiling above it, gracing the bed head. This was *not* the room of a prisoner. "Query. May I ask whose quarters these were?" Data turned to the First Officer. Garak laughed delightedly. "These quarters, my pet, *are* mine. You will be sharing them from now on." Data digested this new information. "I do not entirely understand," he confessed. "Very well," The Cardassian's eyes hardened a touch. "I will explain it to you. *You*, pet, are mine. You belong to me now. I have little interest in who you knew or what you did before you came here. All you need to know is that your past is irrelevant. You will refer to me from this point on, as `My Master'. You will do as I say, when I say it. And if you please me, you will be rewarded." Data nodded. "I see. I am to be chattel, a slave, one who is without freedom." Garak smiled beatifically. "I could not have put it better myself, pet." Data regarded his new Master curiously. "This does not seem to be an appropriate arrangement. What would be the result if I were to resist you?" Garak blinked, his face growing cold. "You are an impertinent little creature, aren't you? I offer you comfort and you talk of defiance?" he asked softly, his tone laced with menace. "Perhaps you need to better appreciate what *could* have been, hmmm? A little basis of comparison?" The Cardassian moved across to the comm panel on the low table and opened the link. "Bor'Kah, Moghk. Attend please." Almost immediately, the door to Garak's quarters opened and two fully armed and armored Klingons strode in. "Allow me to properly introduce my guards, little pet." Garak smiled at Data. "These two gentlemen will be more than willing to help you attain clarity." Data simply looked at them, assessing their appearance and committing it to memory. He knew that he could easily best the both of them if it came down to a physical confrontation, but he decided to remain passive for now. He did not wish to expose his true capabilities unless it was absolutely necessary. "Take my newest acquisition down to the ore processing level for the day," Garak instructed amiably. "He is to fill three complete loads. If he does not, flog him." Bor'Kah smirked and drew his weapon. "Come, Terran," he barked at Data. "Correction," Data said politely. "I am not a..." "Silence!" Bor'Kah pressed the muzzle of his weapon against Data's head. "Obey!" Garak's smile grew placid. "You'll find that Bor'Kah has a formidable grasp of the appropriate." He settled himself into one of the deep chairs and waved an airy hand at the android. "Enjoy your day, little pet. I shall see you in about eight hours. If you live that long." ***** The door chime to his quarters sounded softly into the silence. Garak looked up from the latest ore refinery output report with a preoccupied sigh. "Come," he called out, setting his data padd aside. Bor'Kah and Moghk entered quietly. Between them stood the strange Humanoid. He was covered in thick black soot and smeared with grime. That inelegant Federation uniform was singed through in several places, mute evidence that the hapless creature had stood a touch to close to the smelter. For a moment, Garak felt the familiar surge of contentment that always accompanied the doling out of a lesson. But within a few moments, he began to realize that something wasn't quite right. It was most evident in the expressions on Bor'Kah and Moghk's faces. His normally taciturn retainers looked almost disturbed. They kept darting brief, almost baffled looks at the filthy Humanoid between them. Garak's keen eyes took a closer look at him. Indeed he *looked* at first glance to be far worse for wear, but those strange golden eyes were unwavering as they stared unblinkingly back at him. His delicately featured face was serene and placid. For all that he was covered in the results of his foray into the ore processing level, his stance was that of a man who was totally at ease. If anything, he looked curious. As if he were simply waiting to see what would come next. "Bor'Kah," Garak murmured. "Come forward and report." The Klingon approached him warily. "Well?" Garak's eyes burned into the guards face. "What have you to tell me?" "Your acquisition is strong, Gul Garak," Bor'Kah replied. "I see. I am assuming that he was able to complete the task I assigned him?" Garak was vaguely disappointed by that. He had deliberately set an unreachable target, knowing that a sound beating following close on the heels of near exhaustion would have a far more profound effect. //On *most* Terrans,// Garak amended, glancing over at Data again. "And more, Gul." Bor'Kah replied. "He completed five full loads." "That is not possible," Garak said flatly. The Klingon stiffened slightly, but other than that betrayed no outward displeasure at the doubting of his word. "It is what happened, Gul Garak. Your creature did not tire, nor did it complain of harsh treatment or beg our kindness." The Klingon shook his head and lowered his voice. "It was correct before... it is *not* a Terran." "I see," Garak murmured. He straightened. "You may leave us now." Bor'Kah nodded shortly and turned to his silent partner. Moghk shot one final, almost hesitant look at Data before leaving the room with the other Klingon. Garak stared at his new pet in the silence that followed their exit. Data stared back, polite enquiry written large on his face. "Come here," Garak said softly. Data moved forward and stood in front of him, waiting. "Tell me what you learned from today, pet." Garak's eyes narrowed as he carefully watched the Humanoid's grimy face. "I have decided that I will obey your orders as requested, my Master," Data told him. Garak felt a small surge of satisfaction. So it *had* had the desired effect after all. "Oh? And what led you to make this grand decision?" Data pursed his mouth thoughtfully. "As you explained earlier. I have now been given a basis of comparison." "You found your experiences in the processing level frightening, perhaps even painful?" Garak smiled. "I would not say that was an accurate description, my Master. Rather, I would confess to finding them... unpleasant. Repetitive." The smile froze on Garak's face. "You found it... boring?" Data paused a moment, his odd eyes seeming to gaze inward. "Boring. Tedious, uninteresting, dull... indeed, that would be an acceptable simile." "What manner of creature *are* you?" Garak asked him softly. "I am an android, my Master." "This is not a species I am familiar with. Are you unique to your own Universe?" "There are others like me." "I see." Garak steeped back from him. "Go and wash yourself. And get rid of that graceless uniform." He waved a hand towards the bathroom. "I have laid out a far more appropriate outfit for you." The Humanoid nodded. "Understood, my Master." Garak watched him leave the main room and then sighed, sitting back down again. His new pet was an unnerving creature. An Androidian. He ran the word around in his head, mentally tasting it. He would certainly be challenging. There was a serene air about him, almost a sense of detachment. Garak smiled bleakly as he picked up his report padd again. He had dealt with stubborn pets before. He would just have to apply a little more effort. This one would be no different from the rest. Just like all that had preceded him, this one would be broken to his will. ***** "Ah! Now *that* is an improvement." Data stopped in front of his new Master and allowed the Cardassian to look him over. The outfit he had been given to wear, was to *his* mind, a most impractical garment. Made of soft, shimmering fabric, the sleeveless vest and formfitting pants clung tightly to his frame. The color of the outfit was deep cobalt blue. Admittedly, it complimented the tone of his own skin very well, but the material was not at all resilient and would not be likely to withstand much harsh treatment. "You do look appealing, little pet. The color suits you." Garak smiled at him, his blue eyes skimming over his body slowly. "Thank you, my Master," Data replied dutifully. "I am curious. Why am I attired like this if I am expected to perform slave labor for you? Would it not be more appropriate to provide sturdier clothing?" Garak blinked. Intrigued, Data watched the rapid play of emotions cross the Cardassian's face. From surprise to anger and finally amusement, Garak smiled again as those blue eyes fastened on his face. "And tell me, is *that* what you believe your role is to be?" Data nodded. "That was my understanding." "You are wrong, little pet." Garak stroked his arm slowly. The touch was cool and dry. Not unpleasant. "I wish to keep you by my side. You are my company, my companion. You will amuse and divert me." Data's neural net processed the words. "Ah. I see. I am to be your concubine." Garak looked at him closely. "This does not alarm you?" The first officer's pale eyes narrowed. "It doesn't, does it? I wonder what would?" As if understanding that an answer was not required, the Androidian simply waited. Garak ran his hand across Data's chest, down his stomach, curling it around his hip. As he did, he closely observed the Humanoid's reaction. After a moment, he removed his hand, a vague look of disappointment crossing his silver face. "I may or may not choose to take you," Garak said to him. "It all depends on how well you please me." "I see, my Master." Data nodded again. "No. You don't." Garak's blue eyes were cold. "But you will." Garak stepped away from him. He motioned Data to follow him towards a small desk set into the wall beside the bed. "I have a task for you, pet." The Cardassian pulled a data padd from the shelf above the desk. "You strike me as an intelligent creature, and I believe it will be important for you to learn how to conduct yourself within our society. I will not have you embarrassing me." He handed the padd to Data. "This details the correct behaviors for one in your position. A guide to etiquette if you will." Garak smiled briefly before continuing. "Normally, my acquisitions can not read. The task of teaching them to behave well is tiresome and time consuming. I am assuming that you can read?" "Yes, my Master." "Good. Then read this. Learn it, memorize it." Garak leaned against the desk. "If you do well, I will allow a certain flexing of the various protocols." Data scanned the padd, memorizing the information and storing it within his vast neural net. He blinked and handed it back to his master. Garak stared at him, his face darkening. "I thought you said you could read, little pet." His voice was low and dangerous. "You are correct, my Master. I have read the information and committed it to memory." Garak scrolled through the padd, selecting an entry at random. "Tell me, what is in the contents of sub section four?" Data repeated the chapter verbatim. Garak's eyes widened as he read along with the Humanoid's recital. "Section fourteen?" Garak snapped at him. Data recited it. "Section thirty?" Word perfect, Data repeated the chapter. Garak shook his head and dropped the padd onto the desktop. "That is... a very interesting talent you have there, pet." "Thank you, my Master." Garak smiled and looked at him thoughtfully. "Perhaps you will prove to be more amusing than I thought. I think I will invite some guests to spend the evening with us. How do you feel about that?" "What ever pleases you, My Master," Data replied promptly, accessing paragraph two, sub section ten. "Good," Garak purred, stroking Data's face gently. His blue eyes were vastly amused. "Very good indeed." ***** "Oh, you were right, Garak!" The Intendant's delighted laughter echoed through Garak's quarters. "It *is* amusing, isn't it?" She clapped her little hands gleefully, like a schoolgirl just presented with her first pony. "Here! Let me pick another one!" She leaned forward slightly from where she was lounging comfortably in amongst the deep cushions on Garak's floor and snagged a padd from the collection on the low table. She tossed it to the golden-eyed Humanoid who was kneeling by his master's chair patiently. "Here, Androidian," she laughed. "Read this one." Data caught the padd, scanned it and the handed it back to the twinkly-eyed Alliance leader. Word perfect, he patiently repeated the entire text, in this case an Ancient Bajoran poem concerning the nature of truth. It would be the twenty-eighth time he had been asked to perform this feat tonight. His Master's guests, the Intendant, and another Bajoran named Mora Pol, a visiting dignitary of some importance, seemed to find Data's photographic memory endlessly amusing. He did of course realize that he was the object of not so subtle derision. The people gathered around him regarded him as little more than a diverting game, something amusing to entertain them while they whiled away their evening of rich food and sweet wine. He felt no resentment. Such things were distant from him now, and his vast intelligence catalogued their reactions to him even as he encouraged them. The more they accepted him as merely the First Officer's charming little toy, then the more likely it was that he would be able to place himself in a position to glean information from them. He had been here two days already. He knew that time was running out. The Intendant crowed as he finished. "Wonderful!" Garak nodded graciously, accepting the compliment. "It is certainly an unusual creature, Gul Garak," Mora added, setting his empty glass down. "I confess, I have seldom had a more amusing entertainment. It came from an alternative universe, you say?" Garak raised his own glass and glanced at Data. Understanding the look, Data rose and refilled all the guests' glasses. "Indeed it did, Mora." Garak nodded. "A most fortunate find as it turned out. The creature appears to have some mental talents that may in time prove useful." The Intendant laughed silkily. "And of course, I'm sure you'll verify its more *physical* talents in fairly short order too." "There *is* that." Garak murmured, bland faced. Mora drained his glass once more and sighed. "Alas, Gul Garak, though you have been a most charming host, I fear I must seek my bed. I have an early transport back to Bajor in the morning." The Intendant stretched languidly and then gracefully rose to her feet. "I'll come along with you, Mora." Her smile became slightly wicked. "I have a new acquisition of my own that I would like to spend some time playing with." "That little Trill?" Mora laughed. "She *is* quite appealing." "Hmmm." The Intendant lowered her lashes. "Good night, Garak. Thank you for your hospitality." Garak rose and bowed slightly. He nodded his farewell to Mora Pol as the two Bajorans crossed to the door. "Oh!" Intendant Kira turned back to him. "You *will* bring it to my party tomorrow night, won't you?" She nodded at Data. "I think it might be very well received by the delegation from Cardassia." Garak smiled at her. "Indeed I shall, my Intendant." In the silence left behind after the two Bajorans departed, Data swiftly cleaned away the night's glasses and plates and deposited them in to the galley's recycler unit. Returning to his Master's side, he knelt once more and waited for the Cardassian to speak. "You performed admirably this evening, little pet," Garak said finally. "I didn't detect a single flicker of frustration on that sweet face of yours. Surely you must have found being asked to perform yet another repetitive task irritating?" Data considered it carefully, understanding that his answer would have to be phrased very carefully. He knew that his Master perceived him to be of simply a different species and that his `oddities' were merely part of his racial inheritance. It was a belief that Data had no intention of disabusing him of. The more the First Officer underestimated him, the easier it would be for him to complete his task when the time came. "On the contrary, my Master," Data replied. "I was most intrigued by the reaction of your guests." "Intrigued?" Garak's eyes narrowed. "They were *laughing* at you, little pet. You had *amused* them." "Correct." Data tilted his head and blinked, accessing the files of his recent memories. "Was this not the intent, my Master?" For a long moment the Cardassian stared at him. Data could clearly see the frustration evident in that silver face. He had performed his appointed duty, as per instructions. It had indeed had the desired result if Intendant Kira and Mora Pol's reactions were anything to go by, and yet despite this, his Master was displeased. Most interesting. Garak's expression changed. "Stand up." Data did so. The Cardassian rose to his feet and moved closer, his pale eyes staring intently into Data's face. "Undress." Without hesitation, Data stripped out of the flimsy outfit he wore, draping the items over the back of the chair. Then, straightening again, he waited. The Cardassian inspected him carefully, circling him slowly. Data knew that his physical form was aesthetically pleasing. He had been told so on several occasions. He was very much like a human as far as outward physical characteristics went. Broad shouldered, lean flanked, well but not overly muscled. His artificial skin was quite similar to a human epidermis, soft and pliant over his virtually indestructible frame, perhaps only a little smoother. Unlike humans however, his body was hairless. Garak stroked his hip, trailing cool fingertips across his lower belly. "You are a remote little creature aren't you? Are *all* Androidians this strange?" Data accessed his memories concerning his brother, Lore. After a brief moment of consideration, he answered truthfully. "Yes." "Hmmm." Garak curled the fingers of one hand around Data flaccid penis, stroking gently. "Cold aren't you? What manner of touch would it take to warm the fires in your belly, hmmm?" Data's sexual subroutines began to process the sensation of Garak's touches, responding automatically to the stimulation. Data knew he could, if so desired, give manual instructions to his processor and override the response, but he chose not to in this instance. Gaining an erection at this point would only further his own advantage. Garak hissed softly as he felt the member in his hand begin to harden. "Ah yes, little pet. At least *here* is something you like." The Cardassian tore his eyes away from his ministrations and looked back into Data's face. "And you *do* like it, don't you, pet?" Data moved gently with the touch, his formidable internal data base providing him with the perception that this slow stroking of his genitals was indeed, physically enjoyable. "Yes, My Master," he replied calmly. "It is a pleasant sensation." Garak stopped, pulling his hand away. His stared deeply into Data's eyes as it searching for something. Whatever he was looking for, Data could see that he had not found it. The Cardassian shook his head, his earlier frustrated expression returning in full force. "Dress yourself," he said flatly. Data did so. "You will sleep there." The Cardassian pointed to a low pallet set by the far corner. Data nodded. "If you wish it so, my Master. Shall I retire now, or have you further use for me?" "You may retire," Garak turned and moved across to his own bed. "And make no noise. I am tired tonight and do not wish to be woken." "I understand, my Master." Without further word, Garak settled on top of the plush covers and called for lights out. Data, whose eyes simply adjusted themselves to the sudden absence of light, easily found his low bed and sat down. Before he actively put himself into downtime mode, he spent some moments considering the party that the Intendant had mentioned this evening. He was fairly certain that this gathering of the station officials would furnish him with the information he would need to divine the location of the stolen Federation technology. Satisfied, he closed his eyes and began the series of internal diagnostics that would run until the morning. ***** The great roar of laughter exploded outward from the group of Cardassian merchants surrounding First Officer Gul Garak and his little pet. Several of them even applauded. Initially, Data's feats of memory had been sufficient, but as the night wore on and the guests at the sumptuous banquet began to circulate and imbibe more fine liquor than was perhaps good for them, several individuals began to throw suggestions as to what Garak could get his prize to do for them. They moved quickly from recitation to calculus. A Data Padd was obtained for verification and the guests began to throw random numbers at the android. Requests for multiplication, division and addition flowed from the group. Each instant reply was crosschecked with the Data Padd's answer. Of course, he was not wrong once. True to the Intendant's words, Data was very well received by the delegation from Cardassia. A marvelous time was being had by all. Except, strangely enough, by the First Officer. Although apparently basking in the reflected glory of his pet's popularity, Data could see that the Cardassian was far from pleased. His urbane smile did not reach his eyes. Although his stance was deceptively casual, his solid shoulders were rigid and tense, and the occasional furtive looks that he directed at his new slave were filled with a near hostile level of frustration. Data had remained his usual calm and placid self throughout the entire evening and as each new trick was performed in the same manner, he could not help but note how his Master's eyes narrowed, how his body temperature increased. The Cardassian was furious with him. Quite an intriguing reaction, from Data's perspective. He had done nothing more than perform exactly as he had been told to. However, just as he had been following their previous night's dinner with the Intendant and Mora Pol, First Officer Garak was displeased for some reason. "Ah, Garak!" The Intendant touched the First Officer's arm briefly as she went past. "I would like a word with you if you have a moment." Garak bowed his head to her. "Of course, my Intendant." He looked at Data. "Attend me, little pet," he ordered, much to the crowd's obvious disappointment. As Data shifted his weight to follow his Master the Intendant spoke, forestalling his movement. "No," she said flatly. "Leave it here for the moment, Garak. Nothing will happen to it here and besides..." She frowned at Data briefly. "It has no place hearing what I wish to discuss." Garak nodded shortly and turned his hard gaze on Data. "Stay *within* my sight." "Understood, My master," Data replied dutifully as the pair walked away. "So, young Androidian," an elderly Cardassian merchant said then, leaning closer to him. "See if you can wrap your little golden head around *this* one..." While Data continued to engage the gathered group around him with his instant answers, the android carefully augmented his hearing. Without turning his head away from the old Cardassian, his aural processors filtered through the melee of voices within the large room until he located the ones that he wanted. While he answered questions and recited randomly chosen texts, Data listened intently to the low voiced conversation that was taking place on the other side of the room. "So, Doctor Padar," Garak was saying softly, "You have a pleasing progress report, I understand." "Indeed I do," an unfamiliar voice answered. "They decryption process is nearly complete. I estimate that we will be ready to commence work on a prototype within forty eight hours." "Very *good*, Doctor," The Intendant purred at him. "I knew you were the right scientist for the job." "I thank you, Intendant," came Padar's obsequious reply. "Do you have sufficient space, Padar? Is the facility appropriate to your needs?" the Intendant asked him. "Oh yes, Intendant. Your idea to convert cargo bay four was a stroke of genius. Once the program specs are decrypted, we will be able to build and then indeed test the prototype from that location." "Excellent. Garak?" the Intendant said then. "Are your people making preparations?" "Indeed," Data's Master answered. "My contacts on Cardassia will be ready when we are. The ship yard will be operational shortly." "Then all is proceeding as we planned," The Intendant's voice was smugly satisfied. "You have both done well. Go. Enjoy the rest of your evening. You have earned it." Garak was back by his side within moments, his blue eyes now slightly preoccupied. With an almost imperceptible sigh, the Cardassian accepted a glass of sweet wine from his slave and once more joined the circle around him. ***** First Officer Garak was confounded. He did not particularly like the feeling. As he stood beside his slave, observing how the slender Humanoid placidly interacted with all those around him, he felt the irritation rising in his gut again. His slave. His Androidian. Lost not three days ago from his own universe, placed in captivity and labeled as a possession. And now? Now he was being deliberately put on display like some sort of carnival attraction. Most Terran creatures would be a gibbering mess by now. Frightened and confused, certainly overwhelmed with the fact that they were surrounded by Cardassians. But the Androidian looked no more concerned than the merchants around him. He had accepted everything that was happening to him with a kind of calm and unshakable placidity. About the only expression Garak had seen on that delicate little face was curiosity. For Guls sake, *no one* was *that* unshakable. Garak was honest enough with himself to admit that he did not like the fact that he had so far been unable to provoke a reaction from his new pet. He knew that logically, he ought to be grateful. This one was obedient, tractable and well trained already. His pet did everything he was told to do. But Garak wasn't grateful. He felt like he was being denied, somehow. He felt... impotent. With an inward smile of malevolence, Garak resolved to change his tactics. If the wretched little creature could not be made to feel intimidated, then perhaps he might be vulnerable to `boredom.' Remembering how Data had told of finding the processing plant unpleasant through it repetitiveness, Garak began to make plans to place his unshakable pet on the production line for a few days, perhaps even weeks. A repeat performance of the original `basis of comparison' that should, all things being equal, make his Androidian much more demonstrative in his appreciation of his proper role. He would see how the cold little creature would respond to *that*. Feeling much improved, Garak snagged another glass of wine and favored Data with a warm smile. The night had gone well. The news regarding the program specs was pleasing and Garak now had a plan of action laid out in regards to his Androidian. Overall, he was quite satisfied. He would look back on this moment with irony for the rest of his life. It would be the moment that his perceptions about a great many things would be irrevocably altered. Across the other side of the long buffet table, a sudden sharp voice rang out. "Gul Garak!!" The First Officer turned his head. With whip-like speed, Data's arm snapped out in front of his face. In the shocked tumult that followed, Gul Garak was only conscious of one thing. He did not hear the cry of the assassin as the Bajoran was brought down by phaser fire. He did not see the horrified looks on the faces of the merchants before him as they staggered back in shock. He did not see the Intentant's concerned expression as she rushed towards him. All he saw, all he was aware of, was the quivering point of the needle sharp poniard that was currently a mere fraction of an inch away from his left eye. Swallowing audibly, he flicked his gaze sideways and met the golden eyes of his Androidian pet. Data had caught the poniard by the blade, snatching it in mid air and saving his life. He had saved his life. "Well, Garak," the Intendant drawled as she neared him. "It would seem to *me* that you'd be better advised to keep *this* one as a bodyguard, rather than a jester, hmmmm?" Controlling his reactions carefully, Garak raised his hand palm up and waited until Data laid the poniard, handle first across it. He looked at this superior. "Perhaps you are right," he said softly. ***** "Are you're sure you are all right, Garak?" The Intendant seemed sincerely concerned. After looking closely at her, the First Officer relaxed a little more. He was reasonably content that at least *this* time, the assassin had not been sent by his superior. It wouldn't have made much sense for her to try and kill him at this stage anyway. Right now they had a common goal and she *needed* him *and* his Cardassian contacts. "I am well enough, my Intendant," he assured her. "Although I *am* vexed that my would be murderer was killed so quickly." He sighed. "I would have liked to know which particular enemy sent him." The Intendant smiled at him almost fondly. "You watch them all carefully anyway, Garak," she told him. "Even me." "Oh indeed, my dear. *Especially* you." She laughed delightedly and kissed his cheek softly before turning to the door. "And so you should, dear Garak. But I'm just as glad you're still alive." She looked over her shoulder at him. "As am I." He bowed slightly to her. "Good night, Garak." She smiled once more and quietly left his quarters. In the dim half-light of his softly illuminated room, Garak turned towards his slave. "Why?" he asked softly. Data tilted his head quizzically. Garak walked towards him slowly. "Don't look at me like that. You *know* what I am asking. *Why* did you save my life?" His Androidian appeared to consider the question. Finally, those golden eyes looked up at him again. "Because life is... precious, my Master," he said simply. Garak stared at him for a long moment, taking in the pleasing lines of his body, the appealing, delicate features of his face. Even those eyes, those strange and penetrating golden eyes no longer seemed so alien to him. Just different. Exotic. Quite beautiful. Without a doubt, he suddenly knew what his slave's next task would be. And it had *nothing* to do with the ore processing level. "Come here, little one," Garak murmured. Data quirked his head again slightly, assessing the timbre Garak's voice, obviously curious about the new term of affection the First Officer had just used. He walked towards Garak and dropped to his knees as he had been taught. "May I speak, my Master?" Watching him carefully, Garak replied, "You may." "I am assuming from your physical demeanor, combined with the quality of your voice that you wish to engage in sexual relations." The Humanoid's tone was as usual, polite and helpful. But instead of irritating him, Garak found that it rather pleased him. Perhaps it was some form of gratitude for Data saving his life, or perhaps he was merely now allowing himself to grow accustomed to it. Either way, and Great Guls forgive him, but he was suddenly finding it endearing. He suddenly found Data endearing. Perplexing, but endearing. Still, the dispassionate part of Garak's mind reminded him, he didn't *have* to understand him. He owned him. He was coming to realize now that it was enough that Data was his and would do what he was told. For all his obvious resilience, the Androidian was pliant creature. He had missed it before but it was quite true. It would be sufficient for his satisfaction. Some small dark voice in his mind suggested that Data was deliberately *allowing* this rather than submitting because of his nature. The thought disturbed him and he pushed it away. He had other concerns right now. "You are assessing my physical state, little one?" he asked, now openly amused. Data nodded. "Indeed. You are exhibiting all the signs of a Cardassian male in the mid stages of sexual arousal. Your eyes are fully dilated, your neck ridges are engorged and darkening in color..." He paused thoughtfully. "I should imagine that the ridges around your genitals are in a similar condition. In addition, I have observed a significant rise in your body temperature plus a noticeable increase in the speed of your respiration." Garak blinked. Whether he was more amazed that Data had noticed all of this or that he actually *knew* what it meant, he could not say. A most remarkable creature his Androidian. A very fortunate acquisition. "You seem very well versed in Cardassian physiology," Garak said softly. "I have an entire part of my memory devoted to the sexual practices of a wide variety of different species, my Master." Data looked up at him with his usual earnest expression. He seemed utterly unaffected by the drives that were currently coursing through Garak's body. The Cardassian found that this fact aroused him further for some reason, knowing that his Humanoid was not receptive, but would come to him anyway because it was what his Master wanted. Garak smiled. "You memory," he murmured. "As we have seen, is a most remarkable thing." Data waited, patient and untouchable. His. "Very well, little one." Garak nodded slowly. "Show me." ***** Data stood and guided the Cardassian towards the bed. He paused for an instant while he fully accessed the sub file on Cardassian sexuality. There were some fascinating techniques there. Doctor Soong had done his research well and possibly at great personal risk. Data was quite interested in observing how his Master would respond to certain stimulation. As he carefully undressed the First Officer, Data considered his situation. He knew the location of the Starship specs now. All he needed was the opportunity to access it and upload the virus into the program. If Doctor Soong's information was correct, and Data had no reason to suppose it would not be, he would leave his Master in so deep a state of sated relaxation that leaving quarters would present little difficulty. He would complete his mission and return to Garak undetected. Perhaps tonight's experiment with his Master might also furnish him with the means to orchestrate his escape. If the Cardassian enjoyed it, it should present no problem to initiate another coupling once he was certain that the virus had done its job. With a little judicious application, Data could effectively complete his mission and return home through the wormhole without revealing his true attributes. With deliberately gentle touches, he encouraged his Master to lie down. Then he efficiently removed his own clothing and knelt beside him. He placed a substantial number of cushions around the Cardassian's supine form, under his head and shoulders, his hips, the backs of his knees, providing additional support for his body. He began with tactile stimulation first, using only his fingertips to trace each individual ridge, from above the Cardassian's eyes, through to his shoulders and down his arms. He bent his entire attention Garak. He was patient and thorough and he would not tire or become distracted. He splayed both hands across the hard plains of the Cardassian's breastplate, stroking firmly upwards, carefully gauging his Master's responses. The Cardassian gasped when Data's fingers dipped under the raised edge of the armored plate, stroking against the delicate skin there. He turned his attention to the tear shaped indentation on Garak's chest, carefully massaging until the tiny scales became dark and pliant. The deep guttural purring that rolled endlessly from Garak's throat assured Data that his caresses were having the desired effect. He moved on, following the sweeping ridges that trailed down Garak's sides. His fingers gently smoothed over them where they met again just above the Cardassian's sex. He used a particularly soft touch as he pinched the dark and delicate ridges adorning Garak's hipbones. He deliberately avoided the dark, jutting erection, concentrating instead on feathering the same careful touches down the outside of his legs to the ankle and back up again. He paused for a moment to review his progress. Garak's eyes were heavy lidded, his breathing deep and regular. Data knew that he would have to pay attention at this point. He wanted the Cardassian relaxed, not comatose. Judging that his Master would now not be opposed to him taking such a liberty, Data leaned down and kissed him. Softly at first, the lightest of sips. Slowly, he increased the contact against those surprisingly soft lips, tasting the Cardassian's mouth with a bruising, demanding, carefully applied level of passion. Before his Master could grab hold of him and possibly attempt to reassert his dominance, Data moved on again, this time using his mouth to follow the previous path that his hands had taken. He varied the pressure and intensity of his applications of teeth and tongue perfectly, adapting the caresses for each separate area that he covered. Across Garak's neck ridges he used a firm, almost savage force, biting down hard along the sweeping scales. He brought his hands into play again, firmly massaging Garak's breastplate once more, effectively holding him down without being obvious about it. He spent some time lingering over the ridges on the Cardassian's hips, gently teasing with lips and tongue until the sturdy gray body under him began to tremble uncontrollably. At last he turned his attention to the Cardassian's turgid sex, grasping the base firmly in one hand and taking the quivering member fully into his mouth. A deep groan vented from Garak's chest as Data worked on him, making slow sucking pulls up his shaft over and over. The android was encouraged by this, as up until that point, Garak's vocalizations had been quite restrained. As he tasted the Cardassian's male flesh, Data considered the natural lubrication that was being secreted by the delicate ridges of soft scales that adorned the solid erection. He acknowledged it as slightly sweet and musky. His formidable neural net catalogued it as pleasant. He settled into a rhythm easily, paying close attention to the Cardassian's movements and the pitch of his now continuous cries. Judging his moment, he pulled away, ignoring the snarl of frustration that Garak vented, and used both hands to part the Cardassian's thighs. Accessing further information from his sexual sub files, Data dipped the fingers of one hand under Garak's' scrotum, finding the tiny ridges just forward of the anus that lined the opening of a small slit in the Cardassian's body. Doctor Soong's records had been very particular here. Within this tiny vent was the small gland that regulated the flow of the Cardassian's sexual lubrication. Direct stimulation of this gland produced powerful and intense pleasurable sensations. But Data would have to take exquisite care. The tissues of the small hidden passage were extremely delicate. A less than careful touch would cause Garak harm. While he gently stimulated the fragile ridges with his fingertip, encouraging the vent to open, Data laid one forearm across the Cardassian's hips, using his superior strength to keep Garak's pelvis immobile. His Master had fallen silent, his entire body rigid and trembling, his breath coming in short sharp pants. Data catalogued this information too. Apparently, even an external caress to this area was intensely pleasurable. With great care and almost aching slowness, Data inserted one slender finger into the tiny opening, feeling the heat and slickness within the tight passage. When he felt the small raised nub within, he began to gently work his fingertip over it, in and out, the most delicate of strokes. The effect on Garak was nothing short of spectacular. A harsh, almost shocked wail rolled endlessly from his throat. His upper body arched helplessly and he clutched at the bedcovers with both hands. With each gentle thrust of Data's finger, a small amount of seminal fluid spurted from the Cardassian's penis in a series of mini ejaculations. >From Garak's reactions, it was apparent to Data that this was something the Cardassian had never experienced before. Encouraged further, Data bent his head again to his Master's twitching erection, enveloping it into his mouth and sucking hard at the engorged head. His tongue glided firmly over the glans only once, but it was enough. The Cardassian froze for a moment, his body jerked convulsively once or twice, then with an earsplitting howl of pure primal release, Garak surrendered to a shattering climax. He shuddered and roared, his body pumping his slightly salty essence in copious pulses into Data's mouth. His wild rhythmic shouts were a helpless counterpoint to the seemingly endless surging of his body. Only when Garak fell back again, his broad chest heaving, his eyes dazed and unfocused, did Data carefully ease his finger out of the Cardassian's body. Then, sitting up slightly, he lifted his forearm away from the sturdy hips, releasing him. He waited. "You restrained me," Garak panted finally. Data tilted his head slightly. "Was it inappropriate to do so? I apologize, my Master." "I understood your reasoning." Garak's voice hovered on the edge of sleep, his overloaded system yearning for recovery time. "You will not be punished." "Thank you, my Master," Data replied dutifully. He needn't have bothered. The Cardassian had quite literally passed out. Data completed a quick visual check of the First Officer's vitals, ensured that he was adequately covered and cushioned, and then slipped off the bed. He dressed quickly and moved to the door of the quarters, calling down the lights as he did so. Quickly interfacing with the door control panel, Data overrode the security code and let himself out. He scanned the corridor and darted out into the station's night corridors. ***** Data located the converted science lab in fairly short order. Unlike non-androids, he did not need to ask the main computer for directions. He simply interfaced with a convenient port and accessed the information. The Alliance's computer security codes, a combination of alpha numeric, were almost laughably easy for Data to break through. The same thing was true of the security doors around the science lab. The principle computer within the lab itself presented a little more difficulty, but only marginally so. Standing in the dim light, hidden in the shadows by the side wall next to the consol, Data accessed the specs program. He uploaded Doctor Mellard's virus and then disengaged his interface. He returned through the dark and virtually deserted corridors swiftly, easily avoiding the roving security details. His superb hearing gave him the distinct advantage of early warning. He quietly entered the First Officer's quarters and went directly to his pallet on the far side of Garak's bed. The entire trip had taken him less than fifteen minutes. He was satisfied with tonight's work, at least, that was what his neural net told him. Closing his eyes, he placed himself into downtime mode and began to run his usual internal diagnostics to ensure that all was well with his systems. He did not check the silent form of the Cardassian lying on the bed across from his pallet. He should have. If he had, he would have seen that those splendid eyes were open and staring at the ceiling. He would have seen the briefest hitch in Garak's breathing as the unfamiliar sensation of an emotional wounding flashed through him. He would have seen the tiniest flicker of sorrow and regret cross that silver face before the First Officer once more closed his eyes and returned to sleep with a soft, somehow shattered sigh. ***** When Doctor Padar entered the Science labs the following morning, he had no reason to suspect that anything would be different from the day before. He and his team were making good progress with the program specs. As he had reported to the Intendant the previous night, they nearly had it decrypted. One or two more days at the most and they would begin construction of the prototype. He entered his access code into the central consol. For nearly ten minutes, he stood there, ashen faced and trembling, frantically scrolling through page after useless page of gibberish. Finally, still shaking his head in hopeless denial, he came to the only conclusion possible. The program had been sabotaged. It was useless. It was gone. He swallowed hard, considering and understanding the implications of this fact. *She* would have to be told. ***** Cross-legged on his vast bed, chin in hand, First Officer Gul Garak sat and contemplated his resting Androidian. Data slept oddly, he decided; possibly a characteristic particular to his species. Garak had certainly never seen anything like it before. Data did not lie down to sleep. He sat with his eyes closed and was simply... still. No movement. Garak could not even tell if he was actually breathing. "Little one," Garak said gently. Instantly, Data's golden eyes opened, his face alert and fully aware. A most unique species indeed. Garak met that patient gaze thoughtfully. He found himself caught in an unfamiliar situation this morning. Last night. Garak shuddered sensually with the very memory of it. Last night Data had saved his life. He had no reason to, but he had anyway. Instead of expecting concessions, his Androidian had then literally held him down and proceeded to give him pleasure the likes of which he had never known. If what Data did to him last night was common knowledge in the Alternate Universe, then Garak could only surmise that the Cardassians of that realm were *extremely* fortunate indeed. But then Data had left. He hadn't heard him leave, but he *had* heard him return. Why? Why did his Androidian do it? After attaining such a level of trust, why did he sneak out of quarters? Why did the knowledge *hurt* so much? He knew why. Deep in his heart, Garak knew why. Because he had been right about Data when he had briefly thought that his pet was deliberately submitting himself to Garak's service. Last night had proved it beyond doubt. Data had held him down. Him, a full-grown Cardassian male. Data had held him down with no more effort that one would use to hold down a newborn Vole pup. It had become clear to him then that his pet was far, far stronger than *any* of them had initially guessed. Data could have killed him last night. Easily. He didn't. He pleasured him instead. He took Garak's helpless prone body and made it sing in glorious rapture. And the First Officer had felt something bloom inside of him that he had seldom felt before, certainly not for a slave. Gratitude. And that cold place inside his chest, the place that held his heart, had warmed a little. It had made a tiny space there for Data to take up residence. And now? Now he simply didn't know. He didn't know *anything*. He had his suspicions of course. About where and why his little one had left him. But he didn't want to follow that train of thought. Because if he did, if he tracked it to its logical conclusion then it could only mean that he was foolish. Allowing affection for a mere slave to blind him to possible betrayal. So he would not ask. Not yet. "I should like my breakfast now," Garak said in that same soft tone. "You may also eat." Data rose to his feet. "Thank you, my Master." Garak watched him work the replicator for a moment, appreciating his grace, his economy of movement. Just as Data was bringing their plates back, the First Officer's comm line sounded. "Intendant Kira to Garak." The voice that came through the consol was tight with restrained fury. Garak smiled. The Intendant was a little out of sorts this morning. "Garak here, my Intendant." "I need you in my quarters immediately." "Oh?" "I am placing you in direct control of an investigation into a *serious* breach in our security." "And the nature of this breach?" Garak's eyes followed data as the Humanoid set the plates down on the low table in the living area. He had hardly needed to ask. He already knew. "The science lab was broken into last night," the Intendant replied. Garak rose to his feet and began to dress. "I will be there shortly, my Intendant," he told her, his eyes still locked on his golden pet. ***** "I want them found, Garak," Intendant Kira hissed as she stalked back and forth through her plush quarters. To one side of the room knelt a tiny beautiful Trill female, obviously the Intendant's current favorite. Her huge eyes watched with trepidation as her Mistress paced. She looked unsure of her place, Garak could see. Not quite certain if she should attempt to soothe the Intendant or just stay out of the way. Upon further reflection, she also looked unfamiliar. //A new acquisition, hmmm? Not too bad I suppose. If you like that kind of thing.// He saw the young Trill readying herself to stand, to go to her Mistress. He caught her eye and gave her the tiniest shake of his head. Understanding, she flashed him a grateful look and re-settled in her place on the floor. "I will find them, Intendant," Garak assured his fuming superior. "You had better," she snarled. "I want answers. I want *examples* made, Garak!" Her demeanor abruptly changed, her eyes becoming wide and deeply wounded. "I wanted that ship, Garak," she quavered. "I wanted it. It would have made us powerful, given us the advantage we needed." "I shall assemble my men and begin immediately," Garak said kindly. He knew what tone to use, what game to play. He had been here a hundred times before. "We will find those responsible and we shall bring them before your wise judgment." The Intendant smiled at him, then turned and held out her arms to the Trill. Receiving clear signals now, the young woman rose to her feet and embraced her Mistress, stroking the Intendant's back gently. "I'll be merciful, Garak," Intendant Kira murmured. "I am *always* merciful." She dipped one hand into the front of the Trill's satin robe, cupping a pert breast. Garak nodded. "Of course, Intendant. Of course." ***** Garak entered his quarters and stood for a moment, quietly watching as Data tidied about the place with his usual efficiency. Why the First Officer hadn't told the Intendant of his suspicions was a mystery even to him. Part of him was appalled, infuriated even, that he felt his way. He was *not* Kira Nerys, not a sensualist who lived on the extreme outside of his skin, ready to be compromised and bowled over by the thought of flesh and pleasure. He was more aloof, more controlled. So what was it about the Androidian that touched him so? Why was he so affected by Data? Data looked up at that moment, his golden eyes questioning. Garak waved a hand at him, signaling him to continue. The Cardassian moved into the room and took a seat on one of the cushioned chairs. It was more than last night, Garak reflected. Last night had merely been a tool of revelation, a catalyst to understanding. As he continued to observe the golden Humanoid, Garak felt it becoming clearer. Garak would not be able to break him. He had not even been able to bend him. Certainly Data obeyed his commands, but of his own free will. Whether motivated by the elements of an acquiescing nature or by simple curiosity, the result was the same. Data had gone to the processing level because he had wanted to. He had saved Garak's life because he had wanted to. He had pleasured his Master into incoherence because he had *wanted* to. After last night, Garak now understood that there was no possible way he could have physically forced Data to submit to him. The Androidian was too strong. Yet he knew without a doubt, if he simply told Data to do it, he would. His Androidian pet was untouchable. Curious and childlike in many ways. Innocent somehow. But there was a part of him that remained distant to his Master. His feelings. Garak could not provoke him. He could not anger him or make him feel fear. Did he feel affection? Garak did not know. But perhaps he *could* be made to feel responsible. "The Science installation was compromised," Garak said softly. Data stilled for a moment, put down the cloth he was using and came to Garak's chair. He knelt by its side and looked up into his Master's face, patiently waiting. No fear. No concern. Not even a flicker. Garak sighed. "The program specs for the new Starship... completely gone. The Intendant is beside herself, little one." Data tilted his head, his expression silently asking for further information. //For what purpose, little one?// Garak stared at the sweet upturned face. //To please me or to verify your success? Was it you, little one? Did you betray me?// Garak shook his head and stroked Data's smooth, cool cheek. //Was it betrayal? Can you *really* betray a Master that does not truly *own* you?// "We have arrested the scientists, of course," Garak continued. A flicker of something showed in Data's eyes. Surprise possibly. Garak reasoned that his Androidian pet had not expected *that*. "They'll be executed today," Garak went on almost casually. "No one else had access to the lab so it must have been one if not more of them. Of course, they're all denying it, but if we cannot be confident in *any* of them, then we must eliminate them all. A shame, I feel... but the Intendant is quite insistent." He shrugged. Data was silent for a moment, then, "You must not," he said. Garak looked at him again. "And why not?" "Because they are innocent," Data's gaze was steady, his voice calm and sure. "I am the one who penetrated the science installation. I am the one responsible for destroying the program." "I know." Data blinked. "But why..." "I lied. We're not about to execute our top scientists, little one." Garak's smile felt brittle. "We are not quite *that* insane." "I am assuming that you did not inform the Intendant that you suspected me?" Garak stood up and slowly moved to the small view port by the bed. "You are correct," he said finally. Data joined him. "I see." The android considered it. "Thank you," he said politely. "Thank you?" Garak hissed at him, his anger and frustration rising in equal measures. "Have you *any* idea what I have done? What I have *risked* by lying for you? My position, my authority... my very *life* could be forfeited and all you can say is `thank you'? As if I had just handed you some meaningless trinket to wear?" Driven beyond his control, Garak's temper took hold of him. Eyes blazing, he drew back his solid arm and, getting the power of his massive shoulder behind the blow, he swung his open hand at Data's face. Data caught his wrist just before impact. The grip was firm but not painful, and as Garak struggled to free himself, he realized that it was also immovable. "You must not attempt to strike me, First Officer Garak," Data intoned formally. "Such an action would invariably cause you injury." Garak felt the fury drain out of him. His shoulders sagged. "Release me," he sighed. Data immediately complied. "You will stay here until I return," Garak told him. "As you wish, my Master." Data bowed his head. "And please don't call me that anymore," Garak turned and walked to the door. "It isn't true. It never was." He entered the release code and let himself out. ***** By the time Garak returned to his quarters it was late in the station's night. Data stood from the chair he had been waiting in as the Cardassian entered and walked towards him. Garak stopped a foot or so away and regarded him solemnly. "I have assembled my investigative crew," he said softly. "I expect that by tomorrow night they will have located the hastily removed docking log from lower pylon two where a small vessel offloaded an assault team. I should also imagine they will have no trouble tracking their movements through the ventilation shafts that exit near the science installation. Couple that with one or two tiny items that our `invaders' dropped along the way, and I would say I'll receive detailed report on how a small band of Terran rebels compromised our security and destroyed the most important strategic advantage that we were ever likely to have." Data blinked, his face puzzled. "How is it that you know all this?" Garak smiled grimly. "Because I planted the evidence myself. Shall we go?" He swept one hand towards the door. "May I ask where we are going?" Data fell into step with Garak as they moved through the dark and silent corridors. "You will find out soon enough," Garak told him as they entered the turbo lift. "First Officer, I am... perplexed. You have falsified evidence that will mislead your own investigators." Data's expression was deeply intrigued. "Why?" Garak stepped out into the docking ring corridor, motioning Data to follow him. He led the android to an air lock and keyed in the code. As the seal rolled back, he smiled again, but sadly. He blue eyes looked deeply into Data's own. Data's sub processors could perceive the pain in those eyes. The android understood that it was *his* actions that had caused it. And although it had been necessary, part of his sophisticated neural net acknowledged it as unfortunate. But he had no empathy. He could not *feel* sorry. "Your shuttle," Garak told him. "Official logs record it as broken down and smelted. It has not been." He nodded at the air look. "It is there. You must take it and go." Data blinked. "Gul Garak, I have informed you that it was I who sabotaged the science installation, indeed destroying your chances for strategic superiority. I must confess... I do not understand why you would now choose to help me." Garak cupped his face gently with his big hands, once again looking deeply into his eyes. "No. You don't, do you?" He smile was somehow wistful. "And therein lies the reason that you must leave." He released Data and stepped back, his face becoming cold. "I will allow a suitable period of time to pass before informing the Intendant that I grew vexed with you and had you eliminated and disposed of." Those blue eyes grew hard. "Do not *ever* return here, Data, lest that become the truth." With that, Garak turned and walked away. Moving quickly, Data entered the air lock and boarded his small craft. He powered up, released the docking clamps and turned the little ship towards the wormhole. Towards home. ***** ENTERPRISE: LIEUTENANT COMMANDER DATA'S QUARTERS: "OK, Data." Geordi closed the access panel on Data's skull and stepped in front of his seated friend, looking carefully into his face. "It's done. How do you feel?" Data drew in a deep breath as he felt the emotion chip affecting his matrix, awareness and perception of feelings blooming inside him where before there was nothing. He smiled at Geordi and released a shaky sigh. "I feel... I believe I will be all right, Geordi. It will take a little time to become used to it again, but having had prior experience I believe that the transition will be easier this time." Geordi patted his shoulder. "Good. I'm glad you're back in one piece, Data." "So am I, Geordi. Thank you for feeding Spot while I was gone." Geordi cast a brief fond look at Data's cat, curled up beside his master on the sofa. "Ah, it was nothing. He doesn't eat much, and he listens well." Data nodded. "I have noticed that myself on many an occasion." Laughing, Geordi packed away his tools. He looked at Data again, his open face becoming serious. "You sure you feel OK? Do you want me to stay for a while?" "No, Geordi." Data shook his head. "For this evening, I merely wish to spend time alone to become used to the chip's interface again." "I understand." Geordi moved to the door. "You call me if you need me, right?" "I will. Goodnight, Geordi." Data sat silently, his eyes distant and thoughtful. He absently stroked Spot's soft fur as he pondered all that had happened. He had been successful. He had completed his mission, and following the de-briefing, he had been given a commendation by Admiral Keoh in appreciation of a job well done. As he sat there, he realized that he was rightfully proud of himself. Unbidden, First Officer Garak's face flashed into his mind. He spent a long time thinking about everything that had taken place between them. He remembered every word, every glance from those pale eyes, every touch of those cool dry fingers. With the return of his feelings came the burgeoning understanding of Garak's motivation for freeing him. At the time, he simply hadn't been able to comprehend it, but now... He remembered the look in Garak's eyes as they had stood outside the air lock together. After a while, Data sighed. He bowed his head. He let the sorrow come. END Ainzfern...