#daforge fanfic

Placing his brush and pallet down, he turned his whole body to the door, tilting his head once he saw Geordi coming inside. Geordi was always one to sleep late, or sometimes not sleep at all, but considering the hard work he had put on in the last few days, Data was slightly confused as to why his boyfriend was in his quarters instead of sleeping as he should.

"Can we talk?" he asked, and Data nodded, nodding to the table and sitting down. Geordi did the same, sitting across from Data and looking down at his hands, seeming quite uncomfortable for some reason. Knowing that to be a sign of comfort and affection, Data laid his hands over the table with the palms up, so Geordi could reach out and take them. And he did, squeezing Data's hands gently.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, in a tone that could be considered worry. Geordi gave him a shy smile and shook his head, before sighing lightly and squeezing Data's hands again. That was a sign that he was nervous, but not yet sad or happy.

"No... not exactly" Geordi whispered, and sighed again. He had been sighing quite a lot, a human sign of anxiety and uncertainty. Data squeezed his hands back to show security, but it only caused Geordi to sigh again. "Sorry I'm very... nervous about this."

"Take your time" Data assured, watching Geordi and all his nuances. It was not usual, to see the engineer so out of his element, so Data made sure to study and observe all his reactions, how his brows furrowed, how he bit his lip without realizing, all the small twitches and flicks on his muscles. He was quite the sight, and also a very fun human to study.

Eventually, courage seemed to flourish in the engineer, and Geordi looked up at Data, his visor meeting with the android's eyes.

"Okay... remember when we visited the J'naii? Five months ago?" he asked, and Data nodded in agreement. "So, since then I've been thinking... quite a lot."

"About what?" Data inquired, trying to make this as comfortable for Geordi as possible. He was still perfecting his ability to calm humans down, it did not seem to be his forte, but he was trying his best. Geordi sighed once again, and shook his head, his head lowering down once more towards their hands.

"Well... about gender" he said, and Data tilted his head. Many theories rose in his mind, but he remained quiet to give Geordi space to formulate his next phrase. "I mean... about a society with no gender... genderless... sexless... sounds almost... crazy to me. I believe it sounds crazy to everyone in this ship."

"They were quite different, yes, but I believe a lack of gender identity is not the strangest characteristic we have found in different species" Data said, and Geordi chuckled lightly, in a nervous but also quite relaxed manner. His posture seemed to change, turning more relaxed, and Data made a personal note to try and make Geordi laugh more often.

"Yeah I mean you have a point" Geordi said, and sighed (again), squeezing Data's hand one more time. "But... never before I have been faced with... so many questions about myself before."

"Did our encounter with the J'naii made you question your approach to your gender?" Data asked, tilting his head and blinking as he accessed all the files available to him connected to human gender. Geordi would not know he was making that search, but perhaps it could answer some of Geordi's questionings. After a nod from the engineer, Data gave one of his own. "I believe most of the ship's personal was left with inquiries about gender identity after that encounter. It did seem to make most of the crew highly uncomfortable, although those feelings did not last for over two weeks."

"Yeah well mine has been lasting up until now. Not that I have talked to anyone about it" Geordi whispered, and seemed to become even more uncomfortable and unsure than he was previously. With a deep breath and another squeeze of Data's hands, he lifted his head again and looked at Data's face. "Data... what do you know about earth's twenty first century... non-binary term?"

"Non-binary. A person that does not adhere to binary gender conformities. A generalist expression to encompass all genders that do not align directly with male or female, or that align to both at a similar time. Examples are agender, genderfluid, gender-neutral, demigender, genderqueer, bigender, multigender-"

"Okay Data thanks" Geordi said, looking away, and when Data focused on him again, his face indicated a higher heat than the rest of his body. "Yeah... that's what I saw too. Apparently the idea of lack of gender has been used by us before... but abandoned for some reason."

"From what I can gather, the usage of non-binary terms was abandoned soon after space exploration began, to avoid confusion among other species" Data said, tilting his head. "Although it does seem to be an extremely narrow and unnecessary change, considering that many other species were found to have more than two genders during the Federation voyages."

"It's like racism Data. People just didn't like differences" Geordi mumbled, looking away and sighing. "Well... yeah. Turns out we once were open to the idea of many genders and that thought just... drifted off into space."

"However, I believe there are still non-binary people in Federation space" Data said, and Geordi looked at him again. "Even if it was abandoned by scholars, there are still pronouns and gender identities being used over at colonies and even Earth itself. So perhaps it is still not fully lost."

Geordi nodded slowly at that, looking around Data's room, squeezing his hands every now and then, seeming both tense and relaxed. After a long time in silence, he turned back to Data, and looked at him, pressing his lips together.

"Data... I think I'm non-binary" he said, as if it was crime confession. Data blinked slowly and tilted his head before he nodded.

"Very well."

Since Data did not know what else to say, they were in silence for quite some time before Geordi let out a nervous, restrained chuckle, shaking his head.

"God what else did I expect" he whispered, and sighed, pulling his hands away. In an act of instinct, something Data was not aware he had, the android held Geordi's hands tighter to keep him in place, and the engineer looked to him surprised.

"Forgive me. You believe you are non-binary. Go on" he said, and Geordi frowned.

"I don't think... there is anything to go on about."

"Of course there is. Tell me what you wish to tell me. How did you come to that conclusion? How will that change our relationship? Should I call you by a different pronoun?"

"Ooookay Data calm down" Geordi laughed and sat down more comfortably again, to Data's own relief (although technically he should not have felt nervous when Geordi moved). After fixing himself on his chair, Geordi hummed and looked at him. "I think... I might be non-binary, because of how much I related to the J'naii, in a way. I mean I know I still have the body of a man... and all that stuff, and I don't want to change it, but gender... the male gender... it's not really my thing you know?"

"I do not know, however I would like you to continue" Data said, honestly, and Geordi chuckled.

"Yeah okay. Honestly I just felt different my whole life... Not in a sense that I didn't wish to do what men did but... just... I don't know how to explain I just feel different. Like I'm not... a man. Nor a woman for that matter. I'm just... not."

"I believe that by the way you are describing your feelings towards gender, that you would meet a closer approach to the agender identity. A lack of connection with gender all together. Am I correct?"

"Yeah I guess so" Geordi said, and chuckled lightly. "It's... hard for me too, I never had to think about this until the J'naii... but like it feels so... clear. You know? Like it has always been inside of me, I just didn't see it."

"I, in fact, do not know" Data said and Geordi ended up giggling.

"Oh no? How do you know you're male Data?"

Data caught himself surprised by that question. He knew he was male, as he always felt comfortable with that approach, but how did he know? He had never questioned it before.

"Perhaps... it was the way I was programmed" Data suggested, in theory of course. "I was built with male sexual organs, and with a male anatomy. I was programmed by a male, and during my conversations with most of the crew I realized that I certainly act closer to a male than a female, even if sometimes I can act more feminine due to my looser approach to gender normality. I believe that doctor Soong programmed me to his image, the image of a male human, and therefore I have the characteristics of a male human, making myself a male."

"Would you care if people referred to you as madam Data? Or she?" Geordi asked, and Data furrowed his eyebrows.

"I would not emotionally care, however I would know they are wrong and correct them. Like I do whenever someone refers to me as an it."

"Yeah... so I guess you understand a little bit about gender too" Geordi chuckled, and squeezed his hand gently. Data looked at Geordi again, and nodded.

"Perhaps I do. More than I previously thought" he said, and leaned slightly over the table. "Geordi, from my researches, humans from the twenty first century that considered themselves agender usually used the pronouns they them to refer to themselves. It is considered a gender neutral pronoun, although there are also neopronouns that could be used in this case. Would you like me to refer to you, from now on, as they them?"

Geordi blinked slowly, clearly in a surprised manner to an unexpected event, and after a few seconds of consideration, he gave Data an unsure nod.

"Yes... I think I would like that" Geordi whispered, blinking slowly. "I mean we could try... I could be overthinking all of this. But I would like to try... as long as you don't tell anyone yet. Okay? Let's try among ourselves first."

"Sounds reasonable. Should I also refer to you as my partner, instead of my boyfriend, in all circumstances?" Data asked. He usually referred to Geordi as his partner anyway, but sometimes people required knowing Geordi's gender. Not that Data ever saw that as an important part of the relationship.

"I would like that" Geordi said with a new smile on their face, and Data squeezed their hand gently. "Thank you Data... I mean this could all be for nothing but..."

"It is a part of human experience to explore and discover more about themselves during their lifetime. If you realize this is not what you wished, I will go back. However if it makes you comfortable, I will do it. And I am glad you told me" Data said, and Geordi smiled wider, standing up and walking over to Data, shamelessly sitting on his lap and wrapping their arms around his neck.

"Thank you. I love you" they whispered, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Data's lips. Of course Data would never say it back, because he could not feel, but he responded to the kiss and held Geordi's waist to maintain them from slipping away, considering their lack of attention at their current position.

It truly did not matter to Data, if Geordi was male, female, or non-binary. All that mattered was the human experience, and how well they fit together, as friends and as partners.

“I—“ More coughing. “—don’t know.”

“The environmental controls appear to be largely inoperative. We do have enough reserve oxygen to last until the rendezvous; however, if the air is becoming toxic, it may not last.” He pressed some buttons on the console. “Data to Enterprise.” The console beeped back at him. “Data to Enterprise, come in Enterprise.” The console beeped again. He addressed Geordi, who had begun coughing again. “Communications appear to be too badly damaged for subspace communication. There is an L-class planet in this system. I will attempt to land. The Enterprise will be able to track the shuttle’s signature.”

“I ca— can’t— breathe—“

Data looked over at Geordi, who was doubled over in his seat with one hand on the console and the other covering his mouth. He glanced back at the console and the planet approaching on the viewscreen, but after a moment’s hesitation, his concern for Geordi won. Quickly, Data stood and retrieved the medkit. Finding the vial of tri-ox compound, he inserted it into the hypospray and returned to the front of the shuttle. Geordi was still bent double coughing. Data knelt on the floor to steady himself against the quaking of the shuttle, then he carefully pressed the injection to Geordi’s neck. Geordi’s coughing eased slightly, and Data sat at the navigation console again.

“We are entering the planet’s atmosphere,” he informed Geordi. The only response was more coughing.

The shuttle continued to shudder as the planet’s winds buffeted them. One particularly strong gust threw them both forward in their seats. There was a dull thud as Geordi’s head connected with the console. Data glanced over at him, longing to see if he was alright, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Such as the planet’s surface.

“Brace for impact.”

An area that looked to be fairly clear of boulders quickly grew larger, until—

———

Data opened his eyes.

“Geordi,” she tried again gently, “you’re nearly thirty years old. It’s time you started thinking about a wife and a family. You know, your father and I were about your age when we first met and started dating.”

Geordi’s mouth curved into a smile that didn’t quite reach the rest of his face. “Well, maybe I’ll meet someone on the Enterprise. She’s got about three times the number of people as the Hood.”

The weight in Silva’s chest lightened at his willingness to at least entertain the idea. “Alright. I need to go; my shift starts soon. I love you, Geordi.”

“Love you too.”

———

Riker looked around the bridge as he entered, tailed by Data. As Riker mentally went over the crewmembers’ names — Yar, Worf, Jorksi, among others — the android headed directly for the ops station. The conn officer, LaForge, glanced at Data as he sat, then seemed to do a double take, the second look lingering, turning into what could be considered a stare. Data ignored the look, though from what little Riker knew of the android thus far, he was probably completely oblivious to LaForge’s gaze. The door of the captain’s readyroom opened, and Captain Picard strode towards his seat.

“Captain on the bridge!”

The announcement seemed to startle LaForge back into reality, because he immediately looked down at the station in front of him. Riker shook his head slightly at his odd reaction to the android’s presence. For all intents and purposes, Data appeared just as human as himself or the captain — at least, if you ignored the abnormally pale skin and yellow eyes. Then again, he knew that LaForge had a background in engineering, and Data’s creation was certainly an incredible feat of engineering and android technologies. Maybe he was simply starstruck.

———

The next day, Data asked his mother for extra turkey on his sandwich. “Finally learning to eat a hearty lunch, are you? The boy needs some beefing up,” his father commented to her. Data said nothing.

He was even more fidgety in school than normal, and Ms. Troi had to ask him to sit still four times, twice as much as the day before. The day couldn’t seem to go fast enough, even though Data knew it was exactly as long as it always was. Finally, the last bell rang, and he practically bolted out the door.

“Where are you going in such a hurry?” A taller boy who otherwise looked like the spitting image of Data was lounging in front of his locker.

“Lore, you are in my way.”

“Ooo, little Dah-tah is in a hurry! Better let him pass,” Lore said, bowing as he backed away, a sneer on his face.

But the thought of the seal in the harbor was such motivation that Data ignored him, grabbed his lunch and math homework, and made his way down to the harbor.

The pier was slick from the previous night’s downpour, but it was merely cloudy now, so Data took off his jacket to sit on it. This time, he started with the turkey, hoping that the seal hadn’t left overnight. He tossed it into the water and waited. For 43 seconds, the water was relatively quiet with only the rocking of the waves breaking the calm. But just as Data was about to conclude that the seal must have moved on, its sleek head, almost blending in with the dark waters from which it emerged, surfaced and grabbed the meat.

A small smile spread across Data’s face. It hadn’t left after all. Carefully, he threw each piece into the water at even intervals, leaving enough time, he hoped, that the seal could eat the previous piece before being given another.

All too soon though, the turkey was gone and, after giving his lettuce to the fish, Data left for home.

———

This ritual continued for a few weeks, until it became habit. It started to take less and less time for the seal to appear, until it seemed to be waiting for Data to get out of school each day. Data for his part, found himself talking to the seal. At first, he would simply say good-bye each evening, but eventually he began telling the seal about Lore and Principal Picard and how he did not understand many of the people around him.

And then Data had an idea.