Summary: Inspired by TNGs ‘Conundrum’. The crew of Voyager lose their memories. The fastest piece of fanfiction I’ve written yet.

 

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Completed August 2003 (in only 2 days!).

 

Conundrum

By Keanna

 

For a moment the swirling mass of colours in front of them captivated the bridge crews imagination. None of them could look away from it, not even when the consoles around them began to beep. People moved away from them as if to get a closer look at the beauty that had appeared before them.

          But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished.

 

          The sudden shock of the dark space in front of them forced everyone back into reality. Looking around, people tried to make sense of their surroundings. Consoles everywhere were sounding alerts and one by one the crew curiously moved towards them.

          A young man in a yellow jacket, turned to find himself standing in front of one of these consoles. He moved around to the other side of it and briefly examined the readings. “All systems are operating within normal parameters,” he said automatically.

          Everybody turned to face him, “Well that’s good,” said another man who displayed a tattoo on his forehead. He looked across at a woman with shoulder length hair who was stood near to him with a worried look on her face. She looked back, “I don’t know where I am,” she said nervously.

          “Neither do I,” the tattoo man replied.

          Another man with blond hair who was stood at the very front of the bridge spoke up, “Well I guess we’re all in the same boat, or at least on the same ship,” he said.

          “It would be wise to assume that this ship has a crew,” said a Vulcan, “and that crew may know what has occurred.”

          “According to these readings,” the young man said, “there is a communications system on board. I believe that we could use these,” he indicated to a badge on his uniform.

          “It’s worth a try,” said the tattoo man. He reached up and touched his comm badge. “Uh, bridge to all hands,” he said, a little unsure as to what he was doing, “would all departments please select representative to report your status. Um, bridge out.”

          “Did that work?” the women asked.

          “I think so,” said the young man, “We’ll know soon enough anyway.”

          The tattoo man looked over at the woman. She looked scared and he had this over whelming urge to put his arms around her and tell her that it would be ok. Then he noticed something. He moved over to her, “You have four pips,” he said, and then put his hand on his own collar.

          “But you don’t have any,” she replied, “Yours is different. Maybe you’re the Captain.”

          “I do not have a uniform,” spoke up a woman in a catsuit, “I could be the one in charge.”

          “We need to find some sort of crew manifest,” said the tattoo man, “We should search the computers.”

          “We should probably find out how the rest of the crew is first,” said the young man, “Someone might know something.”

          “Ok,” said the tattoo man, “We should split into teams.”

          “But first we need to know where we are going,” said the blond haired man, “Can we find a map of the ship or something?”

          “I might be able to do that,” said the young man tapping at the computer console. The woman in the catsuit moved over to help him as everybody else crowded around.

          A layout of the ship appeared before them. “USS Voyager,” read the woman, “A nice name for a ship.”

          “Fifteen decks,” said the blond haired man, “We should split into twos and take the busy decks first.”

          They worked out what the busy decks would be, split up and headed off into the unknown.

 

          As she walked along she tried to calm her nerves but was finding that it was easier said than done. She hated this uncertainty, not knowing who she was or what she was doing on this ship. She had been relieved when the man with the tattoo had suggested that they go around together. He seemed so sure of himself and she felt comfortable around him.

          “You know it’s strange,” he said as they walked to engineering, “We don’t remember who we are or where we came from yet we still know how to use this technology.”

          “So what do you think that means?”

          “I don’t know but I’m sure that we’ll figure it out,” he said.

          “I think that you’re from some sort of tribe,” she said thoughtfully.
          “What? Why do you think that?”

          “Well your tattoo. It looks tribal.”

          “Tattoo? Where?”

          She laughed. “On your forehead. Come here,” she pulled him over to a display on the wall where he could see his reflection.

          “Wow,” he said tracing the tattoo with his finger, “I wonder what it means?”

          “You’ll remember,” she said as they continued walking, “Soon enough.”

          When they arrived in engineering everybody was stood around looking confused. One woman with ridges on her forehead came over to speak to them. “Do you know what’s going on?” she asked.

          They both shook their heads, “I’m afraid not,” said the man, “I don’t suppose there’s any clues here?”

          She shook her head, “No. We don’t know anything, except that we don’t know who we are.”

          “Join the club,” said the woman.

          “Do you know how to use everything here?” asked the man.

          “I think so,” she replied, “I must be an engineer of some sort. And I can tell you that everything seems to be working ok.”

          “We were hoping that the engineering computers might be able to give us some idea as to what happened.”

          “We could try,” said the woman with the ridges, “But there would be a better record on the bridge. I think.”

          “We’re heading back there,” said the woman, “You should come along and see what you can do.”

          “Um, ok, but I don’t know if I’m in charge down here.”

          “We don’t know who’s in charge. Period,” said the man, “but you seem to know what you’re doing. It might be an idea to bring a few other people along too.”

          “Ok,” she turned around, “Uh, who wants to come along?” she asked everyone. A few people stepped forward and then they all returned to the bridge.

 

          The blond haired man and the young Asian man were strolling down deck five on their way to sickbay. “What are the chances that we get there and find that it’s empty?” said the blond haired man.

          “There’ll probably be a doctor there,” replied the other man.

          “And he or she could also be in their quarters, or in the mess hall or on the holodeck…”

          “Yeah, well it’s worth a try. There’s probably a medical reason for this.”

          “We could just have called the doctor over the comm system though. Instead of traipsing all the way down here,”

          “You sound like you regret coming down here,”

          “I do.”

          “Why?”

          “I don’t know. It’s all…uncertain. There could be anything down here, any alien could be hiding around the corner.”

          “You don’t strike me as being the cowardly type,”

          “Well you don’t strike me as the ‘take charge’ type but that’s certainly what you were doing on the bridge.”

          The young man smiled, “Well I just seemed to know what to do,” he said.

          “Who knows, maybe you’re the captain,”

          “Maybe,”

          They arrived in sickbay to find a woman with bond hair stood there in a blue uniform looking uncertain. “Hi there,” said the blond haired man.

          “Hi,” she said, “Any idea as to what’s happening?”

          “Nope. Are you the only one here?”

          “Yeah,”

          “Then I guess that you’re the doctor,” said the young man.

          “The doctor? I don’t feel like a doctor,” she said.

          “Don’t worry. Come with us to the bridge and I’m sure we’ll sort it all out.”

 

          Once again everyone was assembled on the bridge. “Ok, lets look for this crew manifest,” said the tattoo man.

          “I have located some crew information,” spoke up the woman in the catsuit.

          “Is there a crew manifest?”

          “Possibly,”

          They worked in silence for a few minutes they finally a crew manifest appeared. Everybody smiled as they saw names and photos and ranks. The tattoo man began to read out names.

          “Captain Tuvok, Commander Harry Kim, Lieutenant Commander B’Elanna Torres, Lieutenant Kathryn Janeway, Lieutenant Chakotay, Ensign Tom Paris, Doctor Samantha Wildman,” He stopped. “Well there it is,” he said.

          “Now that we have discovered our identities we should proceed to inform the rest of the crew and inform them of their quarters,” said Tuvok, taking command, “If they see their quarters there is a likelihood that personal possessions could trigger memories.”

          “I’ll download crew information into PADDs,” said Tom.

          “Proceed Commander. Doctor,” Tuvok said tuning to Samantha, “it would be a good idea if you were to begin to attempt to work out what has happened to the crew’s memories.”

          “Yes Sir, I could do some brain scans and try to see if there’s anything out of place,”

          “Lieutenants Janeway and Chakotay, please assist the doctor with her scans then you may proceed to your quarters to see if you can remember anything.”

          “Yes Sir,” they said together then left with Sam.

                  

          “Whoa. If these are your quarters then I’d love to see the captain’s,” said Chakotay in awe as they looked around the quarters after Sam had scanned them.

          “They are pretty big,” she said, “Are you sure that these are the right quarters?”

          Chakotay checked the PADD, “Yeah. They’re definitely yours. And looking at the size of this place, I wouldn’t question it.”

          Kathryn walked in a bit further and spied a photo on the table. She picked it up and looked down at herself cuddling a dog. “Well I guess this proves it,” she said showing Chakotay the picture. She headed further into her quarters. “Nice view,” she said staring out of the window.

          Chakotay joined her, “It’s good to see you so happy,” he said.

          “What do you mean?”

          “Earlier, on the bridge, you looked scared,”

          “Uncertainty I guess,” she shrugged, “Now I know my name. It’s amazing what a difference it makes.”

          “So, Kathryn,” he said, “What do you think that you’d be doing now if everything was normal?”

          “I’m not sure,” she said moving a little closer to him, “I suppose it depends who I was with.”

          “What if you were with me,” he pushed her hair back off her face.

          “Well, I think I’d be standing here and I’d take your hand,”

          “And I’d take your other hand,” Chakotay continued, “and move a little closer,”

          “And I’d put my arms around your waist,” she whispered.

          “And I’d lean down slightly and,”

          As they kissed they felt overwhelming feelings for each other. And as they fell onto her bed they knew, deep down that they were right for each other.

 

Sam Wildman sat looking over her readings again. She still didn’t quite understand them. Surely being a doctor I should understand a few brain scans? she thought. She sighed and went to replicate some coffee. Holding the mug for a second she tried to compose herself. Then, taking a deep breath, she sat back down. But reading them again still didn’t help. “Dammit,” she said out loud. She looked around the sickbay hoping to find the answer. But of course it wasn’t written on the wall.

She decided to look at some of the medical files of the crew. But when she went to access them she found that they weren’t there. Puzzled, she tried to access medical logs but still no such luck. Drawn into the mystery she began to go through the medical computer bit by bit. Until she came across something interesting. A holographic file.

Curious, she opened it and to her amazement a hologram who looked very much like a doctor appeared before her. The hologram looked wildly around then spotted her.

“Sam?” he said.

“Who are you?” she asked.

“I’m the doctor,” he replied, “Are you alright Sam?”

It was then that she realised that she’d found the answer.

 

A while later they lay contently in each other’s arms. “I don’t want to move,” sighed Kathryn.

          “So don’t,” said Chakotay.

          She laughed softly, “They’ll miss us,”

          “No they won’t,” he said, “It’s not like we’re the command team or anything,”

          “It’s a good thing that we’re not, because we’d probably regret doing what we’d just did,”

          “We might end up regretting it any way,”

          “I’ll never regret it. Ever.”

          “Careful. I might hold you to that one day.”

          “Please do,” she said and rolled over so that she was leaning gently on her chest. She kissed him tenderly.

          “I wonder if we’ve done this before,” said Chakotay.

          “Who knows? At the moment I’m just happy with the way that things are going,” Kathryn replied.

          “Well still, there are a lot of unknowns in our lives at the moment and-”

          “All senior staff please report to sickbay,” cut in Samantha’s voice.

          They looked at each other. “Well, by the sounds of that,” Kathryn said almost regretfully, “It doesn’t look like our unknowns are going to be unknown for much longer.”

 

“I am the Emergency Medical Hologram and I have been the acting Chief Medical Officer on this ship for almost seven years,” the hologram was saying as Kathryn and Chakotay arrived. Everybody else was already there and they looked around as they walked in. “Uh, sorry we’re late,” said Chakotay.

“What’s going on?” asked Kathryn.

“I’ve found the ships doctor,” said Sam excitedly, “and he knows who we all are!”

“That’s great!” said Chakotay, “Do you know what’s happened to us?”

“Well you see Commander,” began the Doctor, “I believe-”

“Wait,” interrupted Kathryn, “You just called Chakotay ‘Commander’,”

The Doctor looked confused, “Yes, of course I did Captain. Why-”

“And you just called me ‘Captain’,”

“Well you are. I don’t-”

“What do you mean I am? I can’t be the Captain. Tuvok is the Captain. I am a Lieutenant.”

“You’re a Lieutenant?” exclaimed the Doctor, “and Tuvok is the Captain? But that’s ridiculous! There must have been some mistake. I mean you’re all confused.”

“But we got the information from the crew manifest,” said Harry.

“Then there must have been some damage to the computers. The manifest is wrong.”

“That is possible,” spoke up B’Elanna, “I mean the damage isn’t obvious to at the moment but if we knew who we really were then we’d have picked up on it straight away.”

“But how do we know that you are not damaged?” said Seven to the Doctor.

“I can access the medical files and logs using my command code,” said the Doctor defensively.

“Do it,” Kathryn said quickly and the Doctor gave a small knowing smile. He moved over to a computer console and began tapping in his command code. After a moment several medical files appeared - those of Ensign Harry Kim, Lieutenant Commander Tuvok and Captain Kathryn Janeway.

It took a second for everyone to regain their composure. “Now do you believe me?” asked the Doctor.

“Do you have a copy of the crew manifest?” asked Kathryn.

“Just a second,” he said tapping at the console, “Here it is,”

Everyone crowded around and examined the crew manifest. “Well,” said Harry, “I guess that explains why I only have one pip,”

“Doctor,” said Chakotay, “Do you know what happened?”

“Well as I was saying earlier, I believe that the nebula that we encountered was releasing some high energy radiation. This radiation is known to affect the memory engrams in humanoids and computer systems mainly files. The files in the medical computer were unaffected because they are protected in a different way to the rest of the ships computers.”

“So how do we reverse the effects? Has everything been lost for good?” asked Tom.

“No, nothing has been lost. The files in the computers still exist, the information in them has just been rearranged. The rearrangement just needs to be reversed.”

“That can be done,” said B’Elanna, “It’s a fairly easy process and I think that everything could be sorted out in a few hours.”

“But what about our memories?” asked Chakotay.

“It’s a similar sort of process. The information is still there, but it has been hidden due to the effect of the radiation. All we need to do is reverse the effects and the memories will return.”

“When can you begin?” asked Kathryn who was beginning to sub consciously slip back into her Captain role.

“Pretty much straight away. The procedure doesn’t take long and it’s fairly easy to do. There is virtually no recovery period. Mr Paris, if I could start on you then teach you the process and you can assist me.”

“Me? Assist you?” Tom was shocked.

“Believe it or not Tom, you’re quite a competent medic,” the Doctor smiled.

“Well in that case,” Tom said, “Let’s get started.”

 

A few hours later and the retrieval of the crew’s memories was well under way. Once the Doctor had treated Tom the two had easily gotten through most of the crew. They’d started on the senior staff and once they’d been treated they helped to undo the damage on the computers. It wasn’t long before nearly everything was back to how it was supposed to be and the crew began to mentally recover and readjust to their usual ranks.  Especially the command team.

Chakotay walked into the ready room to find Kathryn smiling as she gazed out of the window. He walked up to her and she turned to him.

          “You’re smiling,” he said.

          “What’s wrong with that?”

          “Nothing,” he grinned, “I just didn’t expect to see you looking so happy.”

          “What did you expect me look like?”

          Chakotay moved over to the couch and sat down. Indicating for her to do the same he said, “I’m not sure. I had a feeling that you’d been doing some thinking.”

          “I have,” she said, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”

          “About us?”

          She nodded, “About us.”

          “Kathryn, I don’t want to break up with you,” he said.

          She held up her hand, “Chakotay, let me speak. I love you. I have loved you for a long time but I never let myself act on it. I always put my command position first. I thought that it was the right thing to do. But then this happened and I didn’t have a command position to put first. And we did act on it. And now I don’t think that I can go back. I don’t want to go back. I love you too much Chakotay, I don’t want us to be just friends. My command position’s going second this time.”

          Chakotay took a moment to realise what she had said. He stood up and pulled her up too. Brushing away a hair out of her eyes, he leant down and gently kissed her. When they reluctantly pulled away he said, “I love you Kathryn. You make me the happiest man alive. And I don’t want to go back.”

          “So is that a deal?” she asked smiling, “We only go forward?”

          He nodded, “It’s a deal,” he said and kissed her again.

 

The End

 

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