Though I mostly write Next Generation stories about Data and Picard, I have been a fan from way back, and could not fail to drink just once, for inspiration, from the well-spring of all slash and fan fiction.

Hence we have my only Original Series story -a literary tryptich. It takes place immediately after ST IV, and breaks most of our crew (sorry 'Bones' fans -he just ended up the odd man out) up into pairs. Interestingly, these are the same pairs you find them grouped into at the beginning of ST V. Hmm...

This was my first Fan Fic ever, and it was immensly gratifying to be recognized so quickly. Perhaps as a result of this encouragement, this story became the beginning of a sort of mini Picard/Data saga, all of which can be found below.

The story begins in the aftermath of the events in ST VIII: First Contact. Data's time as a captive of the Borg has traumatized him in ways which he doesn't understand, but which Jean Luc Picard understands all too well. When the two reluctantly come together, several minor miracles occur.

The seeds of this story were planted when I acquired a particular pair of action figures at a local garage sale. I figured it had to be a sign from ... somewhere. In my twisted mind, the figures raised the question: Did vulcan mystics of yore ever pactice anything like what we humans sometimes call 'Tantra'?

What eventually resulted from this exploration is, admittedly, a Spock-goes-into-Pon-Farr-and-must- be-'rescued' story, at its foundations. Data doesn't make any assumptions, however, when he finds himself in a tiny scout ship, miles outside of Federation space, with one of the Federation's most valuable ambassadors who's about to go crazy and die from the Pon-Farr, and neither should you, because things turn out very differently than either of them imagined!

No indeed, I did not care for Nemesis. Don't get me started. I don't generally go for 'fix-it' stories either, but in this case I found myself compelled.
The result is this plot-heavy monster, chock full of byzantine Vulcan/Romulan/Federation politics. A lot of loose ends are tied up. Picard suffers, magnificently. Spock comes to the rescue, then B-4 comes to the rescue ... or is he really B-4?
The bunny at the bottom of the bowl is a nice, mushy, happy ending, with a lovely finish of delicious, slashy sex.