A Dish Served Cold

This is a fanfiction I wrote about Data's brother Lore. It Takes place immediately after the end of the Season One episode called DataLore. Paramount and Gene Roddenberry own Star Trek. I only play in the playground Gene created. Rated T for some mature language.

Lore hurtled through the vast cold emptiness of space. One minute he was aboard the Enterprise, the next his life was once more on hold. He opened his mouth to scream, but the sound was lost in the endless vacuum. His arms and legs stuck out before him and his body tumbled in the great inertia of emptiness. Lore began to shut down non essential programs to prevent a system failure. He was built to last an eternity, but if he was to survive a time unknown in the brutal conditions of deep space he needed to act now. His biochemical fluids would soon freeze, preventing movement in his internal systems. He worked quickly.

A blind red fury filled his entire being. Revenge. He would get them all for this. In the brief time he had experienced since his reassembly and reactivation, he had savored the savage sensory playground that life presented. Oh to be alive! He was a GOD! And the humans aboard the Enterprise were every bit as pathetic as he remembered on Omicron Theta. They should worship him. His potential was limitless! And his brother could have joined him at his side, almost his equal.

Dear brother. Dear, dear brother. Who knew he had it in him? He had put up a greater fight then he had anticipated from such a docile Federation slave. Why did he have to be so different than him? What a team they could have made, indestructible super beings to those weak humans Data called his friends. He called them friends! How sweet! Data was more like their trained pet android. He was meek and his deference to the humans made Lore rage.

And Data betrayed him. Lore had shown his mercy when he chose not to permanently deactivate Data and look where that got him. Data had tossed him onto the transporter and that little brat Wesley Crusher had transported him to his current location. Lore's thoughts turned to the Enterprise's little genius.

'When I get out of this, that little fucker will die slowly.' thought Lore

He relished the thoughts of torture and pain he would inflict upon mama's baby boy. Maybe Mama would pay too. She had been a welcome sight upon reactivation and he had secretly let his greedy gaze crawl all over her. Maybe he would get close and personal with Mama first. That would be fun! He would make the child watch the humiliation and murder of his mommy first. Then he would start on the boy.

He would make Data watch too. But it would be an act of mercy and love. He would guide his brother. Show him the err of his ways and teach him his true potential. Yes, Lore would be his teacher and steer him with his firm but loving guidance. He would teach Data that humanity should grovel at his feet. And Data would come to understand that the only greater being than himself was his ever loving brother.

He held onto that thought, relishing the feelings of hate. There was no telling how long he would drift in space before he found extrication from his infinite prison.

Lore made his vow to the icy white stars. 'Paybacks a bitch, dear brother, and every single one of your friends on the Enterprise will pay.'

So Lore drifted through the years with nothing else to occupy his existence. Nothing but thoughts of revenge which burned and smouldered and grew over the darkness of space and time.