Title: Recalling Herself, Part 1
Author: Julia K.
Rating: G, so far
Disclaimer: If you really want it, Paramount, you can have the -47 dollars I made from this story.
Author's Note: It's my first fic, so don't kill me. Also, I'm not totally sure about the Kira's name... so correct me if I'm wrong.
Haze surrounded her. She didn't know where she was, or how she got there.
Who am I? Her mind screamed, and her mind answered. But it wasn't precisely her mind. It wasn't her voice, and it answered as many, not one. The voices in her mind belonged to wiser ones.
You are Dax. The voices told her. She didn't question them. That was who she was. Dax. Her hazy vision started clearing. Her ears heard sounds, but they were only glimpses.
"… Jem'hadar… fired… runabout... console… exploded… injured… doctor?"
"… Unsure… damage… Dax…"
They were talking about Dax. They were talking about her. She sat up and tried to respond, but all that she could manage was a weak moan.
"… awake…"
Four figures came over to her. The first was a man, darker than her. He didn't have spots. Near him was a woman with hair shorter than Dax's, but she was Dax's color. She didn't have spots either, but she had small ridges on her nose. Dax realized her own clothing was the same as the darker man, but the color on her collar was different. The next person was a man, his color was in between the darker man and Dax's color. But his forehead was… bumpy. No spots. The last person was another man, his collar was the same as hers. Blue. He was holding something, running it down her. A tricorder, the voices told her. It was true. The tricorder man didn't have spots either.
"Jadzia?? Are you all right??" asked the bumpy-headed man. Dax looked behind her.
"Who is Jadzia?" asked Dax.
"She's lost her memory," noted the blue-collar man. "She doesn't know who she is."
"I know who I am. I'm Dax. But who's Jadzia?"
"How do you know that, Jad- Dax?" asked the woman.
"The voices told me. They were Dax. I am Dax."
"The symbiont must've told her," explained the tricorder man.
"Dax," stated the bumpy-head man, "do you know who I am?"
Dax shook her head vigorously. She'd never met him before. He frowned.
"I- I'm sorry. Am I supposed to know?" asked Dax, bewildered. The bumpy- headed man looked as if he was going to say something.
"I doubt she knows anyone right now," said the tricorder man softly. "I'm going to ask you all to leave while I try to determine the cause of her memory loss." The other three sent looks at Dax, and left. The tricorder man went over to a black panel and began pressing brightly colored strips.
"My name's Julian Bashir," he told her, still looking at the black panel
"Hello, Julian Bashir," Dax said. Julian Bashir laughed.
"You can just call me Julian."
"Why do you only use part of you name?"
"Julian's my first name. That's what my friends call me. Bashir's my last. When I'm on duty- at work," he added, seeing the confused look on Dax's face, "I use Bashir."
"Is Dax my first name?"
"No. Dax is your last name. Your first name is Jadzia."
"He called me Jadzia," she said. Jadzia is your first name, confirmed one of the voices, we have our own. But we are all Dax.
"Yes," he nodded, coming towards where she sat.
"Hello, Julian. My name is Jadzia."
"Nice to meet you, Jadzia," he smiled. They fell silent, and Julian went back to the black panel.
"How do you know me? How do your friends know me?" Jadzia asked.
"Jadzia-" Julian paused, looking at her, unsure of what to say. "You were our friend before. Your memories were erased, and now we want our friend back. We're trying to help you remember."
Jadzia Dax's lips parted slightly, and she nodded.
"Thank you."
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When Jadzia awoke, Julian was still there. He smiled when he saw she was awake.
"Before I try any of my brilliant medical theories on you, I'm going to take you out to the promenade to meet some of your old friends. Who knows, maybe you'll start remembering." Jadzia nodded, and stood up. He smiled encouragingly, and headed for the exit, Jadzia following. Julian stopped in front of a large place full of people.
"This is Quark's," he told her, stepping inside and beckoning for her to follow. "You and your friends eat here all the time."
Jadzia didn't remember ever seeing this place before, but she nodded her understanding. He led her over to one of the busiest areas, a long table with a man with very large ears behind it.
"Two raktajinos, please," Julian told him. The man briskly nodded.
"Coming right up," he told them.
"That's Quark," Julian explained. Quark came back quickly, and handed Julian and Jadzia both a mug. She looked down at the brown liquid, but Julian grabbed her arm and led her over to a table where the dark man that Jadzia remembered sat.
"This is Benjamin Sisko," Julian told her.
"Hello, Benjamin," she said. Benjamin beckoned for them to sit down. Julian did, but Jadzia remained standing.
Benjamin was my friend, said the voice called Curzon, and he's your friend too.
"Benjamin is the commander of the station- the place we are right now," Julian explained, "he tells everyone else what to do."
"Curzon knew Benjamin," Jadzia said. Benjamin looked impressed. That's right. That's why I call you 'Old Man' sometimes. Jadzia smiled and sat down. Bored, and not listening to the intense conversation that Julian and Benjamin were having, Jadzia looked around and spotted the woman who had been there earlier talking to an odd-looking man. She looked at them for a while and finally decided to talk to them. Leaving the unappetizing brown beverage called 'raktajino' behind, she walked over to them.
"Am I intruding?" Jadzia asked.
"No, not at all!" exclaimed the woman. "Please sit down!" Jadzia did.
"I know this may sound rather strange," Jadzia started, "but… what are your names?" A small glance passed between the woman and her friend.
"I'm Kira Nerys," she said, "and this is Odo."
"You don't have a last name?" questioned Jadzia.
"Not all cultures do, Dax," said Kira. "Why mine switches the order. My friends call me Nerys."
"My friends call me Jadzia." Nerys smiled, and then looked at Odo, who looked utterly confused.
"Jadzia lost her memory when the console exploded," she whispered to Odo. A look of dawning comprehension passed over his face.
"Well… maybe if you tell me about life on the… station, it might help me. I mean, I can't remember anything yet, but…" Jadzia trailed off.
"The station's called Deep Space Nine," laughed Nerys, as she launched into a story.
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"I'm showing her familiar sights in hope that she'll start remembering."
"You don't look like you believe that it'll work, Doctor," Benjamin voiced. Doctor Julian Bashir frowned.
"I have my doubts, but it's not like I have much choice."
"What do you mean?" asked Benjamin, slightly concerned.
"I mean I can't start devising a way to bring her memories back until I've found a cause as to why this is happening to her. And it doesn't make sense. Her console exploded, and she had no burns at all, which I frankly find completely confounding, and her memory's gone."
"Sounds like someone wanted that to happen," said Benjamin.
"The Jem'Hadar… they were in a battle with the Jem'Hadar…"
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Julian found Jadzia rather quickly. She was sitting with Kira and Odo. He had already made an unconscious decision not to mention anything about the Jem'Hadar to Jadzia… she was troubled enough with trying to recover her own memories.
He tapped her on the shoulder.
"Jadzia, I want to show you something else," he stated. She turned, visibly startled.
"Alright Julian… Nerys, I'd love to hear the story another time, but I guess since it's not helping me recall anything…" Nerys nodded her head, smiling.
"Anytime."
He was blindly leading her to the holosuites, where she could run some of Dax's programs, and he could calm down, he hoped. But he kept on seeing Jem'Hadar trying to get at her.
He looked at one of the holosuites; saw a Klingon martial arts program running. Knowing immediately who was in there, he led Jadzia in.
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The bumpy headed man looked up at Jadzia and Julian when they walked in. He was wielding a large, strange looking weapon that made Jadzia cringe. He smiled (What awful teeth, though Jadzia) at her and Jadzia immediately.
"Computer, another bat'leth." Jadzia watched as another one of the strangely shaped weapons appeared. He threw it towards her, as if expecting her to catch it. But Jadzia didn't want to catch it. She screamed and ducked behind Julian.
"Erm… Worf…" said Julian. "I don't think she remembers Klingon martial arts." Jadzia stepped out from her hiding place behind Julian nervously.
"Worf? Is Worf your name?" she asked. The bumpy headed man glanced at Julian before nodding.
"Do you remember how to wield the bat'leth?" he asked her. Jadzia shook her head. She had never seen one of those before in her life, let alone fought with one.
"Julian?" he looked at her. Can we go now? I don't really like it here." Normally, he would have taken her to see one of his to see if she liked that, but he was too tired, and he wanted to find out something.
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"Chief," said Julian, panting from his dash, "Is it possible to see if a console was deliberately meant to explode in a certain fashion?"
"Huh?"
"Is it possible to find out if a console was meant to send out a false explosion and disable someone's memory?"
"Uh… yeah, I guess so. If you don't mind my asking, though, why?"
"Jadzia. She had no burns at all from her console explosion, and believe me, I'd be a whole lot better at this memory regaining thing if memory loss was a normal side effect of sitting behind an exploding console."
"Which shuttle was it that she was in?"
"The Ganges."
"C'mon, I'll go check it out right now."
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"Jadzia," said Nerys, "Maybe you should get into civilian clothes. I mean, you're not exactly on duty."
"I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about," admitted Jadzia.
"What you're wearing is a uniform that Starfleet officers wear when they're on duty. You shouldn't be on duty until you get your memories back, which won't be for at least a couple of days. So you should probably get into some more comfortable clothes." Jadzia nodded.
"We'll go to my quarters, you can borrow something of mine."
"Alright," said Jadzia. She found herself following someone again, as had happened so many times since she had awoken. They stopped in front of a pair of doors, which opened after Nerys punched some buttons onto another of the black panels. She walked inside and beckoned for Dax to do the same.
Jadzia found she liked her surroundings, taking in what she could while following Nerys. Nerys helped her pick a simple outfit she could wear for the remainder of the day. Jadzia liked it, but Nerys couldn't suppress a small smile.
"What?" asked Jadzia. "You don't like it?"
"Oh no!" said Nerys, "I think it looks great! It's just… your hair. You tried on so many things, I think it got a little… well, more than a little messed up." Jadzia reached to touch her hair. Sure enough, she could feel the tangles in its masses.
"Here, sit down, Jadzia," Nerys directed her, taking down her hair and brushing it. Jadzia smiled at her gratefully.
"Now," said Nerys, "You usually wear your hair up in a ponytail, like so." Nerys demonstrated by holding up Jadzia's hair, clenching it in her fist because she didn't have a hairclip at that moment. Jadzia frowned.
"I liked it better when it touched my shoulders," she told Nerys.
Nerys paused, deep in thought. Suddenly an idea haunted her and she began working quickly. Her hands made a lovely crown around Jadzia's head with small braids, going around, then merging in the back and falling down her hair that was still down.
"It's beautiful," said Jadzia breathlessly, touching the braids. "Thank you."
"Anytime."
"Bashir to Kira," the commbadge beeped. Jadzia started. Kira simply touched her commbadge.
"Kira here."
"I was wondering if you and Dax could meet me at Quark's."
"Of course. We could tell her the story where we all saw your inner fantasies."
"Let's not tell that one." Nerys laughed merrily at his reaction.
"Kira out."
Author: Julia K.
Rating: G, so far
Disclaimer: If you really want it, Paramount, you can have the -47 dollars I made from this story.
Author's Note: It's my first fic, so don't kill me. Also, I'm not totally sure about the Kira's name... so correct me if I'm wrong.
Haze surrounded her. She didn't know where she was, or how she got there.
Who am I? Her mind screamed, and her mind answered. But it wasn't precisely her mind. It wasn't her voice, and it answered as many, not one. The voices in her mind belonged to wiser ones.
You are Dax. The voices told her. She didn't question them. That was who she was. Dax. Her hazy vision started clearing. Her ears heard sounds, but they were only glimpses.
"… Jem'hadar… fired… runabout... console… exploded… injured… doctor?"
"… Unsure… damage… Dax…"
They were talking about Dax. They were talking about her. She sat up and tried to respond, but all that she could manage was a weak moan.
"… awake…"
Four figures came over to her. The first was a man, darker than her. He didn't have spots. Near him was a woman with hair shorter than Dax's, but she was Dax's color. She didn't have spots either, but she had small ridges on her nose. Dax realized her own clothing was the same as the darker man, but the color on her collar was different. The next person was a man, his color was in between the darker man and Dax's color. But his forehead was… bumpy. No spots. The last person was another man, his collar was the same as hers. Blue. He was holding something, running it down her. A tricorder, the voices told her. It was true. The tricorder man didn't have spots either.
"Jadzia?? Are you all right??" asked the bumpy-headed man. Dax looked behind her.
"Who is Jadzia?" asked Dax.
"She's lost her memory," noted the blue-collar man. "She doesn't know who she is."
"I know who I am. I'm Dax. But who's Jadzia?"
"How do you know that, Jad- Dax?" asked the woman.
"The voices told me. They were Dax. I am Dax."
"The symbiont must've told her," explained the tricorder man.
"Dax," stated the bumpy-head man, "do you know who I am?"
Dax shook her head vigorously. She'd never met him before. He frowned.
"I- I'm sorry. Am I supposed to know?" asked Dax, bewildered. The bumpy- headed man looked as if he was going to say something.
"I doubt she knows anyone right now," said the tricorder man softly. "I'm going to ask you all to leave while I try to determine the cause of her memory loss." The other three sent looks at Dax, and left. The tricorder man went over to a black panel and began pressing brightly colored strips.
"My name's Julian Bashir," he told her, still looking at the black panel
"Hello, Julian Bashir," Dax said. Julian Bashir laughed.
"You can just call me Julian."
"Why do you only use part of you name?"
"Julian's my first name. That's what my friends call me. Bashir's my last. When I'm on duty- at work," he added, seeing the confused look on Dax's face, "I use Bashir."
"Is Dax my first name?"
"No. Dax is your last name. Your first name is Jadzia."
"He called me Jadzia," she said. Jadzia is your first name, confirmed one of the voices, we have our own. But we are all Dax.
"Yes," he nodded, coming towards where she sat.
"Hello, Julian. My name is Jadzia."
"Nice to meet you, Jadzia," he smiled. They fell silent, and Julian went back to the black panel.
"How do you know me? How do your friends know me?" Jadzia asked.
"Jadzia-" Julian paused, looking at her, unsure of what to say. "You were our friend before. Your memories were erased, and now we want our friend back. We're trying to help you remember."
Jadzia Dax's lips parted slightly, and she nodded.
"Thank you."
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When Jadzia awoke, Julian was still there. He smiled when he saw she was awake.
"Before I try any of my brilliant medical theories on you, I'm going to take you out to the promenade to meet some of your old friends. Who knows, maybe you'll start remembering." Jadzia nodded, and stood up. He smiled encouragingly, and headed for the exit, Jadzia following. Julian stopped in front of a large place full of people.
"This is Quark's," he told her, stepping inside and beckoning for her to follow. "You and your friends eat here all the time."
Jadzia didn't remember ever seeing this place before, but she nodded her understanding. He led her over to one of the busiest areas, a long table with a man with very large ears behind it.
"Two raktajinos, please," Julian told him. The man briskly nodded.
"Coming right up," he told them.
"That's Quark," Julian explained. Quark came back quickly, and handed Julian and Jadzia both a mug. She looked down at the brown liquid, but Julian grabbed her arm and led her over to a table where the dark man that Jadzia remembered sat.
"This is Benjamin Sisko," Julian told her.
"Hello, Benjamin," she said. Benjamin beckoned for them to sit down. Julian did, but Jadzia remained standing.
Benjamin was my friend, said the voice called Curzon, and he's your friend too.
"Benjamin is the commander of the station- the place we are right now," Julian explained, "he tells everyone else what to do."
"Curzon knew Benjamin," Jadzia said. Benjamin looked impressed. That's right. That's why I call you 'Old Man' sometimes. Jadzia smiled and sat down. Bored, and not listening to the intense conversation that Julian and Benjamin were having, Jadzia looked around and spotted the woman who had been there earlier talking to an odd-looking man. She looked at them for a while and finally decided to talk to them. Leaving the unappetizing brown beverage called 'raktajino' behind, she walked over to them.
"Am I intruding?" Jadzia asked.
"No, not at all!" exclaimed the woman. "Please sit down!" Jadzia did.
"I know this may sound rather strange," Jadzia started, "but… what are your names?" A small glance passed between the woman and her friend.
"I'm Kira Nerys," she said, "and this is Odo."
"You don't have a last name?" questioned Jadzia.
"Not all cultures do, Dax," said Kira. "Why mine switches the order. My friends call me Nerys."
"My friends call me Jadzia." Nerys smiled, and then looked at Odo, who looked utterly confused.
"Jadzia lost her memory when the console exploded," she whispered to Odo. A look of dawning comprehension passed over his face.
"Well… maybe if you tell me about life on the… station, it might help me. I mean, I can't remember anything yet, but…" Jadzia trailed off.
"The station's called Deep Space Nine," laughed Nerys, as she launched into a story.
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"I'm showing her familiar sights in hope that she'll start remembering."
"You don't look like you believe that it'll work, Doctor," Benjamin voiced. Doctor Julian Bashir frowned.
"I have my doubts, but it's not like I have much choice."
"What do you mean?" asked Benjamin, slightly concerned.
"I mean I can't start devising a way to bring her memories back until I've found a cause as to why this is happening to her. And it doesn't make sense. Her console exploded, and she had no burns at all, which I frankly find completely confounding, and her memory's gone."
"Sounds like someone wanted that to happen," said Benjamin.
"The Jem'Hadar… they were in a battle with the Jem'Hadar…"
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Julian found Jadzia rather quickly. She was sitting with Kira and Odo. He had already made an unconscious decision not to mention anything about the Jem'Hadar to Jadzia… she was troubled enough with trying to recover her own memories.
He tapped her on the shoulder.
"Jadzia, I want to show you something else," he stated. She turned, visibly startled.
"Alright Julian… Nerys, I'd love to hear the story another time, but I guess since it's not helping me recall anything…" Nerys nodded her head, smiling.
"Anytime."
He was blindly leading her to the holosuites, where she could run some of Dax's programs, and he could calm down, he hoped. But he kept on seeing Jem'Hadar trying to get at her.
He looked at one of the holosuites; saw a Klingon martial arts program running. Knowing immediately who was in there, he led Jadzia in.
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The bumpy headed man looked up at Jadzia and Julian when they walked in. He was wielding a large, strange looking weapon that made Jadzia cringe. He smiled (What awful teeth, though Jadzia) at her and Jadzia immediately.
"Computer, another bat'leth." Jadzia watched as another one of the strangely shaped weapons appeared. He threw it towards her, as if expecting her to catch it. But Jadzia didn't want to catch it. She screamed and ducked behind Julian.
"Erm… Worf…" said Julian. "I don't think she remembers Klingon martial arts." Jadzia stepped out from her hiding place behind Julian nervously.
"Worf? Is Worf your name?" she asked. The bumpy headed man glanced at Julian before nodding.
"Do you remember how to wield the bat'leth?" he asked her. Jadzia shook her head. She had never seen one of those before in her life, let alone fought with one.
"Julian?" he looked at her. Can we go now? I don't really like it here." Normally, he would have taken her to see one of his to see if she liked that, but he was too tired, and he wanted to find out something.
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"Chief," said Julian, panting from his dash, "Is it possible to see if a console was deliberately meant to explode in a certain fashion?"
"Huh?"
"Is it possible to find out if a console was meant to send out a false explosion and disable someone's memory?"
"Uh… yeah, I guess so. If you don't mind my asking, though, why?"
"Jadzia. She had no burns at all from her console explosion, and believe me, I'd be a whole lot better at this memory regaining thing if memory loss was a normal side effect of sitting behind an exploding console."
"Which shuttle was it that she was in?"
"The Ganges."
"C'mon, I'll go check it out right now."
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"Jadzia," said Nerys, "Maybe you should get into civilian clothes. I mean, you're not exactly on duty."
"I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about," admitted Jadzia.
"What you're wearing is a uniform that Starfleet officers wear when they're on duty. You shouldn't be on duty until you get your memories back, which won't be for at least a couple of days. So you should probably get into some more comfortable clothes." Jadzia nodded.
"We'll go to my quarters, you can borrow something of mine."
"Alright," said Jadzia. She found herself following someone again, as had happened so many times since she had awoken. They stopped in front of a pair of doors, which opened after Nerys punched some buttons onto another of the black panels. She walked inside and beckoned for Dax to do the same.
Jadzia found she liked her surroundings, taking in what she could while following Nerys. Nerys helped her pick a simple outfit she could wear for the remainder of the day. Jadzia liked it, but Nerys couldn't suppress a small smile.
"What?" asked Jadzia. "You don't like it?"
"Oh no!" said Nerys, "I think it looks great! It's just… your hair. You tried on so many things, I think it got a little… well, more than a little messed up." Jadzia reached to touch her hair. Sure enough, she could feel the tangles in its masses.
"Here, sit down, Jadzia," Nerys directed her, taking down her hair and brushing it. Jadzia smiled at her gratefully.
"Now," said Nerys, "You usually wear your hair up in a ponytail, like so." Nerys demonstrated by holding up Jadzia's hair, clenching it in her fist because she didn't have a hairclip at that moment. Jadzia frowned.
"I liked it better when it touched my shoulders," she told Nerys.
Nerys paused, deep in thought. Suddenly an idea haunted her and she began working quickly. Her hands made a lovely crown around Jadzia's head with small braids, going around, then merging in the back and falling down her hair that was still down.
"It's beautiful," said Jadzia breathlessly, touching the braids. "Thank you."
"Anytime."
"Bashir to Kira," the commbadge beeped. Jadzia started. Kira simply touched her commbadge.
"Kira here."
"I was wondering if you and Dax could meet me at Quark's."
"Of course. We could tell her the story where we all saw your inner fantasies."
"Let's not tell that one." Nerys laughed merrily at his reaction.
"Kira out."