Author's Note: Quite surprised I got another part for this done but I hope more will come.
Enjoy.
"Gideon, how is Rip?"
Sara waited expectantly as she held her mug of coffee close sipping it as she waited for the caffeine to finally kick in.
Yesterday had been a long day but at least with a good result. Not only had they retrieved part of the Spear, but they'd also found Rip and got him back on board.
Except he had no memory of who he was and thought he was a film student.
The personality he had now was odd, jumpy and nervous, with an accent that kept making her turn to see who was talking to her.
But he had pretended to be Rip to stop Thawne and his buddies.
"Mr Gasmer is still sleeping," Gideon replied, making Sara grimace at the fact the AI had used the name Rip had adopted in his new personality, "From the scans I performed yesterday he has a history of ingesting mood-altering substances."
"You mean drugs," Sara spoke up.
"If you wish," Gideon told her, "His body also appears to be catching up with sleep he has missed."
Sara took a drink before she chewed her lip thoughtfully, "Do you have a plan for getting his memories back?"
"It may not be possible, Captain Lance," Gideon replied, "There is no precedent for what has happened to Captain Hunter. This may take some time."
Grimacing Sara asked, "So, we're stuck with Phil?"
"Mr Gasmer may not have Captain Hunter's knowledge," Gideon stated, "But he has the same intelligence and potential. Given time, Mr Gasmer can relearn everything."
Sara sighed, "We don't have time to do that."
"I can," Gideon reminded her, "I know Captain Hunter's capabilities better than any of you. I can assist Mr Gasmer. He has also left everything he knows to come with us with no knowledge of who we are. I ask that you remember that."
Wincing slightly at the rebuke Sara nodded, "Alright Gideon, he's your responsibility."
Phil lay staring at the ceiling trying to work out what to do.
He had hoped some sleep would help him feel clearer, but he had a massive headache so just wanted to curl up and forget everything.
"Can I help, Mr Gasmer?" Gideon asked, thankfully her voice soft so it didn't cut through his head like a knife.
He sighed, "I'm fine, Gideon."
"If you come to the medical bay, I can provide you with some painkillers for your headache," she told him, "Or I could ask another member of the crew to bring you something."
"No, I don't want to be a burden to them," he murmured before asking, "How do you know I have a headache?"
"I recognise the symptoms, Mr Gasmer," Gideon explained kindly, "You need to eat something and that will help alleviate the pain."
Phil sighed, "What's the point, Gideon?"
"I know that you are afraid, Mr Gasmer," Gideon said, her voice gentle, "But this is your ship and I am here to help you learn what you need about it."
He closed his eyes.
"You may feel alone but I am always here for you," she assured him.
Phil smiled at her words. He didn't understand why but Gideon was the only one onboard he felt like he could talk to.
Pulling himself up out of bed he quickly dressed and asked, "Which way is breakfast?"