"And bring on all the pretenders, one day
We will be remembered"
{taylor swift, long live}
The sickbay was dark, with no patients on the beds, and the EMH shut down. Slowly, one of the pairs of doors slid open, and a figure walked quickly into the room. The figure scanned the room, looking for movement, and moved on, in the Doctor's office. His hands ran over the table, searching for a tricorder. With the prize in his hands, the figure then approached the cabinets where the doctor kept his experiments of the past. He pulled out four vials, two which contained a small insect, and the other two a green-looking gas, and then quickly closed the cabinets.
The figure walked back towards the door, his mission accomplished. Then, almost as side note, he called, "Computer, activate the EMH."
The Doctor appeared out of subspace, and began to address the figure, "Please state the-."
The figure interrupted him, saying "Computer disengage speech protocols for the EMH." The computer obeyed, and the doctor continued talking with no sound coming out.
The figure peered at the doctor, almost thoughtfully. "Computer," he called again. "Please delete the following memory files in the EMH: File 141-25, 513-96 and 251-4."
The computer beeped in compliance.
The figure smiled smugly, and said one last time, "Computer, restore speech protocols for the EMH and shut him down."
The doctor disappeared in a swish of green and black, and the sickbay was silent once more.
Author's note: A new start to this little story. Hopefully, more will be coming soon.