6. Nearly lost
. . Wednesday . . .
. . 4:39 PM. . .
John-Luc stormed into the brig furious. The security guard paid no attention to the Captain's darkened mood. He was not at the least up for a conversation. Yar looked up from the floor toward the impending Q-to-be. She did not know at the time that he was becoming a Q; only Data knew. What make up she had on was now staining her face. There was pure, utter rage on John-Luc's face.
"I told you not to interfere with the Klingons!" John-Luc said. "But instead you try to assassinate Captain Worf and instead you send your husband to the Intensive Care unit!" She fought back tears at the mention of Data being sent to a care unit. "I am very, VERY disappointed in you, Mrs Soong." His hands had balled up into fists. "You are lucky that Doctor Crusher was able to bring him back at a cost."
"What cost?" Yar asked.
"He needs a new heart," John-Luc said. "One to replace the damage you've done to it!"
"I . . . He . . " Yar cleared her throat. "He stepped in the way of the Klingon. He was in Star Fleet uniform! I saw him in Star Fleet uniform!"
"Get your story straight," John-Luc said. "We only have a holoprogram heart beating for Data at this time. It will take us two days to return to Earth and get a cardiac heart. He is not waking up anytime soon until we get it." He stepped forward. "What have done is unacceptable even for a Star Fleet officer. You used to be a shining example what one can become if they worked hard, followed orders, and did their duty, if Data dies. . . Then I am afraid your children will have to be put into the system."
"No, no, no!" Yar said.
Her sister had died last year in a Klingon attack.
"This is no threat, it is the cold hard truth," John-Luc said. "If Data survives it at all; your promising career in Star Fleet is over."
John-Luc left the room still royally pissed off.
He could lose his greatest friend and best replacement today.