Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews and suggestions. Since I already have the majority of the story written, I may use some of them when I finally go back over and fix some things.

Also so, something I forgot in the first chapter, was to thank my beta reader, my sister Jodi a.k.a. 'Jenny Jinn', for reading this and giving me some ideas.

Summary: When Trip and T'Pol start to remember, will they like what they see? Also, is the new species they meet really who or what they appear to be?

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Chapter Two:

First Memories

**Trip's Quarters**

Trip had been released to his quarters a half and hour ago. He had already showered and changed. Since then, he had been pacing his quarters. Completely restless and not aloud on the Bridge or Engineering, he had finally decided on going to the Mess Hall. He hadn't had a good, solid meal in days and was now aloud to eat certain things, he might as well take advantage.

**Mess Hall**

He could smell all of the delicious things Chief had prepared. The door swooshed open and now he could actually see the things, making his mouth water just that much more.

The entire Mess Hall was completely empty; it was still an hour until dinner. Well, Trip thought it was empty, but there was one person off in the corner. T'Pol. He smiled and shook his head. 'She hated that stuff as much as I did, I knew it,' He thought, victoriously.

He quietly got his food and walked over to her. "Is this seat taken?"

She spun her head around, not having heard him come in and had startled her. "No," she said, gesturing for him to sit down.

Trip took her offer and sat down next to her. "So, what cha doin'?"

"I merely wanted to go somewhere… quiet and think."

"Oh, I can leave."

"No," she responded, maybe a little too fast. She attempted to hide her outburst by saying, "No, I do not mind the company."

Trip slowly lowed himself down the little he had moved. He nodded his head slightly and went to take a bit of his tomato soup when:

A bowl of food was chucked at him. He looked down at it then up at the other person next to him, T'Pol. She looked bad and he handed the food to her. She attempted to eat it but was far too weak.

He took a deep, startled breath after being pulled out of… whatever that was. She had looked awful, worse than he had ever seen her. What if it was a memory of what happened to them on the planet?

"Commander? Commander, are you alright?" T'Pol asked, concern filled her voice even though she tried to hide it.

"I'm ok." Trip said, he had a distant look in his eyes and spoke in a hushed voice.

"Commander, what happened?"

"I… don't know, exactly. I… thought I saw somethin'. It was like…uh, like a memory that just popped into my head. I… I was in this room. It was small and dark, maybe even cold. You were there. Then some kind of food was, uh, tossed t' me and I, uh, gave it to you, I think." Trip explained. He seemed to be concentrating very hard in order to remember.

"Perhaps you should go to Sickbay. You appear ill and extremely pale." T'Pol offered.

"No, I'll be fine. I… just need to rest." Trip assured her.

He stood up but almost fell. Likely T'Pol was able to grab him before hand. "'You are fine'?" T'Pol mocked holding his still form in her hands.

His back was up against her stomach and chest, while his head rested against her shoulder and her hands were wrapped around his waist. If he wasn't so out of it, T'Pol would have been puzzled when he breathing slowed and his heart rate quickened. Though she did have to control her own response; her breathing had slowed and heart rate increase and she found that his smell no longer annoyed her but she actually found it… arousing.

After a few minutes, the two finally pulled themselves together and broke apart. Trip blushed and said, "You're right, I'll, uh, go… to Sickbay." He finished pointing his thumb toward the door as he slowly walked backward to it.

"Would you like me to assist you?" T'Pol offered, sounding genuinely concerned for his safety.

Trip smiled, he suddenly didn't want to leave her. "Sure." They walked out and headed for Sickbay. No matter how much Trip didn't want to go there, he found he couldn't say no to her.

**Sickbay**

The doors to sickbay opened and a very pale, sick looking Trip supported by T'Pol entered.

"Commander, what happened?" Phlox asked, switching to Doctor mode in a snap.

"He had an episode, of sorts."

"I… think I… saw a… memory of some… kind." Trip added, pausing to breathe now and then after the walk had worn him out.

"Lay him down on the bed over here." Phlox directed them as T'Pol steered him over to the given bed. The Doctor took out a scanner and ran it over Trip a few times.

T'Pol looked over at what he was doing and, in a flash she saw:

The room was bright white and hurt her eyes. She was strapped to the bed she was on, even though she tried to struggle. When she tired of it, she relaxed and looked over at her partner. Trip seemed to try and struggle, but was far to exhausted and in pain to do anything.

More different colored lights were brought over her face. She heard beeps and their language they could not understand. Then the world became dim and numb…

T'Pol took a deep breath and looked very distressed. She almost looked like Trip did when he had his 'flashback'. Only this time it was Trip's and the Doctor's turn to yell, "T'Pol?"

"Sub-Commander? Are you alright?" Phlox asked as she regained consciousness. He took out a scanner, careful not to let her see it for it may have triggered another flashback.

"It was a flashback wasn't it." Trip said not as a questions but a stated.

T'Pol nodded and tried to put it into words in her head, only it was slowly slipping away. "I… we, were in, a medical facility. We were both restrained… and tried to resist. And then…"

"Then what?" Trip asked, pushing her to finish.

"And then… they… they must have injected me with something. I just remember that I… became numb and everything became dimmer, then… nothing."

By then, Phlox had finished scanning the two and had noticed something very interesting in their cerebrum. "Come here. Look at that."

Trip and T'Pol had looked, but Trip was completely clueless as to what it meant. "Ok. So what does that mean, Doc?"

"Your memory centers appeared to have been stimulated for just a few moments, allowing you to have your flashbacks. Apparently whatever you were doing or looking at, you remembered something in this blocked off area in your mind. I must have missed this before."

"Yea, that would be true since T'Pol was in Sickbay and recalled a medical facility. And I was in the Mess Hall, eating my soup, and recalled them givin' us food." Trip thought out-loud. "So, what does that mean, every time we see or do somethin' we're gonna have flashback to when we were… where ever that place was."

Unfortunately, no one had an answer to that, so, instead, they stood in silence.

**Bridge**

The bridge was quite as an unfamiliar ship came closer. It was shaped like a bird, almost. It had wings and a nose that was in the shape of a beak. The neck allowed the head of the ship to be at least 100km away from the rest of it.

And the color, the color was spectacular. It was almost a rainbow. The ship glittered in light, bright blues, pinks, reds, purples, greens, and yellows. They seemed to rotate around the ship; one minute the neck is purple and the head is pink, the next the head is purple, the neck is blue, and the tail was pink.

A beeping noise knocked them out of their awe. "Sir, the ship is hailing us," Hoshi said, looking up to her Captain.

"Open a channel." Archer told her, wanting to meet this particular race. 'Trip would love to see this.'

"Aye, sir."

The screen flicked to show the inside of their ship. It was just a spectacular. The inside's color was the same as the outside. It also did the same kind of rotation. The controls seemed to have crystals on them, perhaps being how they controlled them. 'Crystal technology,' Archer though jealously.

"I am Captain Jonathon Archer, Captain of the starship Enterprise of the planet Earth. And you are?" Archer recited; he had that greeting down packed.

"Garkas tabon terion. Tec ing ish taso." The person on the screen, presumably the Captain, answered. He was an elderly looking man, maybe fifty-something in human years. He had a navy blue uniform on with silver pips on his shoulder; seven to indicate each rank he's had.

"Hoshi?"

"I'm on it, sir." After a pause, "I think I've got it."

"Could you repeat that?"

"I am Captain Terion. We are the Taso." Captain Terion responded. "Your ship is primitive, yet interesting."

"Your ship is quite… amazing. Perhaps we could give you a tour of ours." Archer proposed.

"That would be… acceptable." Terion agreed. "Myself and my two senior officers will beam over in a few minutes."

"Wait, beam?"

"Yes, we detected a transporter on your vessel."

"True, but we don't often use it." Malcom chirped in. "It's still fairly new."

"Ours is not." Terion bluntly stated.

"Than we'll meet you in the transporter room." The screen went blank and the entire bridge took a sighed of relief. "Alright, Malcom, Hoshi, you're with me."

Two, "Yes, sir," were heard.

"Mayweather, you have the bridge." Archer finished at the turbo lift.

"Aye, sir," came an excited response. The three walked off to the transporter and the bridge went back to work.