Chapter 1: Clueless

Author's note: This fic is inspired by the TNG episode "Conundrum", but there was an alien was responsible for the amnesia. I borrowed a few lines from the dialogues of Will Riker and Ro Laren for this fic (in a later chapter). Their interaction in said episode gave me the idea to see what would happen, if the memory loss happened to Jamie Kirk and Leonard McCoy.

Disclaimer: Star Trek is not mine. I'm just borrowing the characters and a few lines for this fic.

She woke up with headache, hanging over the armrest of a big chair in a bright room with many stations and a big window - no, some sort of view screen?

She groaned and glanced to the people around her, brushing her golden hair out of her face. Some were laying on the floor, others in chairs or bent over some computer consoles.

"Does anybody know what happened?" She carefully got up, but held the back of the chair to steady herself. "Or does anybody remember... well, who we are? I... oh boy, I don't remember my name."

Now she noticed yellow lights blinking. The others also did.

"I think this is an alarm", a tall man with black hair and pointed ears said. A Vulcan. He started to check the computer station right in front of him.

She nodded and realized that she didn't know who she was, but she recognized the alarm and knew about starship operations. Weird. "Computer, why are we on yellow alert?"

"It was triggered automatically due to an encounter with a space anomaly."

"Can you give us any details?" she asked.

"Negative. The computer core has been damaged. The sensor arrays are down and records of former scans are not available at this time."

She looked around questioningly if anyone had a suggestion.

"Vat now?" a young man, obviously sitting at the navigational station, asked with a Russian accent.

She sighed, but the Vulcan stepped closer.

"There appears to be no immediate danger if we can believe the systems that are currently working. In order to get the full function of the computer back we should dispatch some repair teams."

She nodded. "Yeah. The only catch is that we don't know who or where they are. If we don't have our memories and no one has gotten here so far, I'd guess that everyone is a little helpless and confused at the moment."

"Computer, is the intercom working?" a woman with dark skin and long dark hair in a pony tail asked.

"Affirmative", the computer voice answered.

"Shall I?" The dark skinned woman asked.

Everyone around her nodded.

She touched a few buttons and a whistle noise sounded. "Attention, crew of... uhm... this ship. This is the bridge. We are in some kind of predicament. We lost our memories and part of the computer functions. But there seems to be no danger at the moment. We are currently working on getting things sorted out. Please remain calm and where you are. If you are injured, please ask the computer to point you the way to the medical station. We will give you more information as soon as possible. Bridge out."

The Vulcan gestured towards the science station. "Perhaps we should find out now who we are."

The others nodded and gathered around him.

"Computer, can you give us a biographical listing of all personnel responsible for primary operation of the ship?" he asked.

"A full biographical listing is not available", was the answer.

"Is there any list of the ship's senior officers?" he tried again.

"The crew manifest is available."

He nodded. "Very well. Comupter, give us the crew manifest."

And the computer began to show pictures and data on the screen. One officer by one. " Commanding Officer: Captain Jamie Tiberia Kirk. Executive Officer and First Officer: Commander Spock. Operations and Helm Officer: Lieutenant Hikaru Sulu. Chief of Communications: Lieutenant Nyota Uhura. Chief Medical Officer: Doctor Leonard Horatio McCoy. Chief Engineer: Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott. Security Chief: Lieutenant Michael Hendorff. Chief Navigator: Ensign Pavel Chekov."

Jamie Kirk sighed in relief. She had a name. And being the captain explained why she'd been in that chair when she'd regained consciousness. "Commander Spock, please have the other officers listed and not present at the moment report to the bridge."

"Yes, Captain."

She took a deep breath and sat down in the command chair. "Alright everybody, our priority will be to retrieve any information about this ship's mission. Also I'll need a damage report and we need to find out how exactly we lost our memories. Perhaps the CMO can figure a way out how to get them back."

"The weird thing is that I know how to operate my station", Hikaru Sulu said. "But I don't know anything about myself anymore."

Nodding all around.

Jamie got up and transferred the files the computer had shown them on a PADD. She read her own file first, then the others. Here and there she had a feeling of familiarity, but nothing jumpstarted her memories as she'd hoped.

The picture of the CMO however...

She stared at it and felt a strange flutter in her stomach. As if she knew him better - differently - than the others. But she couldn't really pinpoint that notion. She just felt happy seeing him.