Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took so long to post, my Internet's been down. But it's here now so, all go, right. Enjoy.

Summary: When Riker found out the truth, is it what it appears or only half of it.

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Chapter 2:

First Memory

**Sickbay**

"So, uh, will this… hurt?" Riker asked, almost sounding nervous.

"You won't feel a thing." Crusher said in her sweet, 'doctor' voice, as she continued to set up the equipment.

Riker was laying on a bio-bed, waiting anxiously. Crusher moved something over his face and hit a few buttons. Crusher smiled sweetly and said, "This will only take a minute. Now you might feel a slight tickling at the back of your eyes, but it will go away a soon as the procedure is over."

She hit a few more buttons, and just as she had said, there was a slight tickling sensation before he drifted off.

He was in that same room, cold, dark, and eerie. He was again in pain, hungry, and very sore. That familiar hiss from the door as it opened. He turned to see who it was, and saw the familiar boots, black clothing. As his eyes worked their way up, they got to chin, a.k.a. the place where they stop he wakes up. But this time continue their way up. Now he could see his face, it held an evil grin and looked old, along with a distinguished mark on his forehead.

"Huh," Riker bolted up, again breathing hard. 'I saw the face,' he thought to himself. We'tic. He was We'tic.

"Will, Will, it's okay. It's okay. You're in Sickbay, on Enterprise." Crusher said to a very disoriented Riker.

Riker looked around trying to absorb his surroundings. Once he was able to gather himself, he mumbled, "We'tic… Mulara."

"What, Will? What about the We'tic?" Crusher asked, concerned.

"They did it," Riker mumbled, still disoriented.

"Did what, Will?" Crusher asked, her voice still filled with concern.

"I don't know," Riker was able to mutter out before losing consciousness.

**Deanna's Office**

"You had a nightmare, Will," Deanna said reassuringly, as he paced back and forth across her office.

"No, it was real, a memory. I remember him, just vaguely. It's, well, I can't explain it, it's just a feeling that I've seen him before. He was definitely someone from, where ever I was." Riker insisted, getting even more frustrated. He didn't know what it was from most; the fact that Deanna wouldn't believe him or that he couldn't remember enough to convince her and himself.

"Are you sure he was We'tic?" Deanna asked, trying to keep neutral but Riker could see right passed it and knew she didn't believe him.

She could feel his annoyance build tremendously when he said, "I'm positive! Why don't you believe me!?!"

"Will, I do believe you believe what you are saying, I'm just trying to get all the facts straight." Deanna told him in a neutral but defensive voice.

Riker sighed and plopped down on the chair, "I know I saw him before and I know there's some reason I don't like him. I just don't remember from where or why." Riker said, much more calmly this time, but still in a defensive and annoyed tone.

Deanna sighed, she knew this was going to take along time, but she was willing to spend as much time to help.

**An hour or so later in the Observation Lounge**

"This is an outrage!" Mural hollered. Picard, Riker, and Dr. Crusher had just explained to the Ambassadors, Delenn and Mulara, their findings and, obviously, Mulara didn't like it.

"If you would just calm down, Ambassador," Picard tried telling Mulara but he wasn't listening.

"No, I will not calm down! You can not base a… accusation like this on a… a dream, you need solid proof," Mulara roared, slapping the back of his hand to the other.

"it wasn't a dream, it was a memory. I know I've seen him before, I know it!" Riker retaliated, in a very defensive manor, but Mulara didn't seem impressed at all. Picard just glared at him, silently scolding him for his outburst.

"Ambassador Mulara, if you would calm down, I would like to propose something," Ambassador Delenn, who had remain quiet through the entire thing, said in a soft, gentle tone, yet firm enough to let Mulara know to sit down and listen.

"Please, Ambassador, continue," Picard said, once Mulara sat down.

"I propose that we allow a thorough search of the city and any surrounding villages for any sign that Commander Riker was there or that he remembers," Delenn said, then held up a hand to silence Mulara before his outburst could interrupt her. "That would give Ambassador Mulara his proof and help prove the We'tic innocent or guilty of this crime," Delenn said all this with a calm, confident voice.

"I think that is a wonderful ideal, wouldn't you say Am-" Picard had started to say but was cut off by Mulara's inevitable outburst.

"No!" Mulara shouted and pounded his fist on the table. "That is not acceptable! You are practically accusing my people of kidnapping and perhaps even abuse of Commander Riker, and now you want to search our villages! No! I will not allow it!" Mulara hollered at the four of them. He sounded much like a Klingon trying to defend his wonder honor.

"Please, Ambassador, if you feel this strongly about this, than let us do an investigation and prove your case," Picard said, almost begging but in a diplomatic way.

Mulara sighed, finally calming down some and thinking about this rationally. "Fine, I'll give you permission to go and search our villages, but only because I want to prove our innocence." And with that, Mulara stormed out of the room.

"I must offer an apology for Ambassador Mulara's behavior," Ambassador Delenn said in an apologetic way.

"It's not your fault. Besides, I can understand his position." Picard said to her, almost empathetically. He sighed, then turned to the Commander and said, "Number One, would you please escort the Ambassador here to her accommodations." He said, gesturing to Delenn.

Riker nodded and gestured to Delenn to go towards the door. When the left, Picard released his breath that he didn't even know he had been holding and shook his head.

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