STAR TREK IMAGINES

Lieutenant Commander Data

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
A phrase you'd been told your whole life, a phrase everyone had told the little irrational child you were to comfort you, to stop the onslaught of sobs as the other children bullied you.
Now in your early 20's you thought you made a good life for yourself hiding your face.
You'd stitched a hood onto your uniform, it kept you hidden, and happy.
Keeping your head down was the best way to do things, even if it meant minimal interactions with people.
On your home planet you were one of a kind, in the worst ways possible, in your opinion.
In truth on almost every other planet others would aspire to look the way you do.
The description of your features doesn't matter, but it was only a cruel shove in the face of your difference to the people you were supposed to call your species.
In the time since you'd developed a resentment to it, a deep, hidden anger anytime some poor soul asked you what you looked like.
The crew of the enterprise had a strange fascination with you, as much as they respected your choice. That question still yearned for an answer.
Y/n L/n was still a person that much was known but to everyone else except herself she was a shadow hidden under a hood.
That's where Commander Data comes into play, he shared in the fascination with Y/n but not like the others.
He wanted to know why you were hiding, he had no interest in your features.
That wasn't something you knew yet, for you'd never had interacted with the droid before.
As your people had been known for being wise and kind, you had a temper but you still inherited the wise qualities of your ancestors.
For the time being you were just another soul working on a starship.
"Excuse me? Y/n?"
Turning around you were greeted by the stoic features of Commander data.

2 years later

On this day two years previously Data approached you after some gentle encouragement from Geordi, actually it was more of a hard shove in your direction.
You and Data kept talking day after day, it was nothing special to anyone else but for you it was brand new, a beautiful brand new feeling and that feeling was constant every time you heard his voice , after your constant meetings finally he asked you on a date.
Being with him made keeping your face hidden easier but it was a constant reminder of the guilt you felt, a true and healthy relationship with the one you truly love had been preached to you in the rare moment you had peace at school since you were the smallest of younglings.
You and Data were lounging out, after just having finished a picnic in your own holodeck program.
The program you'd created was simply rolling, green hills with a gentle breeze blowing in the background. You would come in here often, not to remove your hood but to simply get away from prying eyes.
You laid down completely on your back, taking a deep breath trying to relax until you nearly jumped out of your skin when Data laid down next to you.
You turned over to face him, feeling his hand press against your covered cheek.
He gingerly pulled your head forward and kissed the top of your head.
You tilted your head down under his chin and stayed there for awhile.
"Pull down my hood? Please"
You whispered, fear lacing your voice as you buried your head against him.
He gently tugged on the edges until the tip of your nose was revealed.
Slowing down he continued, until eventually you felt the extra fabric fall down against your shoulders.
You sat up, brushing any stray tears away Data inspected your features.
The feeling of the breeze against your skin, briefly distracted you from Data.
Now it was your turn to be surprised, you'd seen bits of Data's features but you'd never seen him fully.
Instantly you thought he was the most beautiful person you'd ever seen, Data gently kissed your cheek, your nose, and then moved to your lips.
On your planet exaggerated features were the beauty norm, regardless of what it was.
Your features were normal, beautiful regardless but too normal for the people on your planet.
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't
That phrase held no control over you anymore in that moment, for your entire life it held you in its grasp constantly.
For a moment love was the only thing that mattered, no matter what.