Chapter Two: Reminiscing

"Are you sure you don't remember me?"

Spock frowned at the blond man in front of him. His hazel eyes seemed to be familiar, but no recognition dawned. Kirk sighed, "Alright, Spock, I'll be back later."

Spock raised an eyebrow. "If you insist."

Two beds over in sickbay Chapel was trying to see if anyone else had recovered memory. One person vaguely remembered her cat's name as Tabitha, but according to their record they had never owned a cat. Uhura looked on all the people, some of them had been her friends, and sighed. She still got an eerie feeling every time she thought about what had happened yesterday.

Ensign Josh had come to the bridge to take Spock's post. He had asked her how the day was going, aside from the obvious, and joked about lovely weather. She smiled politely and turned her back. The Ensign walked up quietly to the navigator and tactile men on duty. With a touch of his hand, they both muttered excuses and left the bridge. Uhura looked up as they left, remarking on the oddity.

That was when she saw Josh pull out the phaser pistol. He ordered her to open a channel to space, on a low frequency that Uhura had never heard of. He called out something about being ready to know, to forgive. She did as she was told, trying at the same time to find an opportunity to call for help. On the intercom, as she went to hit a button, came a slow waltz, she opened her mouth to ask what.

"That, is the sound of the Baylul."

"What?" She had asked again.

"You should remember, don't worry, they don't mean any harm…"

As he had spoken energy surge struck him, and Uhura felt a strange paralysis take over. When she awoke Josh was gone, but blood was the walls. Remember me? The more she puzzled the more she thought Baylul sounded familiar…

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Kirk stepped on to the bridge with faltering steps. Sulu, Chekhov, and M'press did not look up. One side of his tunic was dark and he let a bloody hand rest on the arm of his chair.

"None of you remember, do you?"

Sulu turned around. It may have been the Captain's body standing before him, but it was not Kirk. The eyes were solid white and the voice was eerie, almost ghostly.

"You've seen my home, and yet you don't remember…"

Chekhov was seeing it now too. Home? Was it talking about the last place they had visited? Had it come up with them? The last planet had been normal, as far as he could remember. There had been ruins, yes, but nothing from a civilized culture, he had thought.

"Starfleet should know, you should remember," Kirk uttered and then fell. As his eyes blinked open, M'press was happy to see they were hazel.

M'press, the catlike communications officer, purred, "sir? What do you remember?"

Kirk looked up at the three of them. "I was in the library, and I saw…"

Sulu tried to press him for more information as M'press went to call sickbay. Kirk didn't want to say that what he thought he saw was a…a ghost? Chekhov voiced the question everyone had been thinking, "Sir, is zat your blood?"

Kirk took lifted the side of his shirt a little to see. On his skin was indeed a cut, spiral with an eye in the middle of it. "I…yes, Chekhov, it is."

Wobbling slightly, he stood. "It is. I guess I ought to go to sickbay and get a bandage. Sulu you are in charge…"

The Captain took three steps and collapsed on the medic who had just stepped through the turbo lift. Sulu helped the medic lift Kirk onto the stretcher before he took his place in command. Chekhov went over to the science station. He drew the symbol and fed it to the computer. It was odd, and he wondered if it had been on one of the ruins at the last planet. He felt that he had seen it somewhere before. Chekhov knew it had significance and tried to remember.

A voice at the back of his head kept nagging, Remember Me…

To be continued

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Sorry I haven't updated in a while… for next chapter I think it is time for a flash back, and oh yeah, baylul is an anagram. Not a really clever one, I probably should have named it better. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed it.