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Chapter 5
Mess Hall July 4, 2161 0730
"Malcolm." Tucker greeted as he sat across from Reed at the breakfast table, "You haven't really been yourself since you got back from the away mission yesterday." Reed grunted. "Want to tell me about it?"
"Not really." Reed went back to eating his food.
Tucker set his fork down on the tray, "Come on, Mal. You need to talk to someone. For the past few weeks you're more short tempered than usual, too focused on your work, and it has been worse since you got back from the away mission. There has to be more to life than work."
"What do you suggest? Go to movie night? Oh wait we've been a mite busy with the Romulan War for any R&R."
"The treaty's signed and we're on our way back to Earth." Trip picked up his fork, "Though I think T'Pol and I will stop at Vulcan for most of our leave time."
"Are you going to officially marry her this time?" A hint of a smile on Reed's lips.
"I ask her almost everyday. Same answer, when I'm older. What about you? What are you going to do?"
Reed's face went stoic, "I'll get a drink at the 601 Club the first night, then I'll be going around to all the families who have lost loved ones under my command, let them know they made a difference here on Enterprise."
"Mal, your asking for a lot of punishment." Tucker's eyes were sad as they gazed at his friend, "Though I guess that's why you'll be doing it."
"It is no different from what Captain Archer would do for you or I. I want to give the same respect to those who have gone before us."
"You're right on that point. Can't fault you with the reasoning." Trip nodded, then with a mischievous glint in his eye, asked, "So what do you know about our guest?"
"I know she's a human who calls herself Lieutenant JG Gouveia. I didn't get her branch of service. Seems to be one of you yanks. I'm sure Hoshi could figure out where she comes from by the end of the first sentence."
"Hm. Not a bad idea. Hoshi would love to have a new friend."
'Help.' Malcolm stopped chewing and shook his head.
"Mal, you alright?" Tucker inquired with a worried gaze.
"Yeah, headache." Reed gripped his tray with white knuckles and stood, "I'll see you later." Without waiting for a response, Reed left the table.
'Anyone?' The voice again, Reed tried to shake his head to erase it as he left the tray for the stewards.
"Damn headache." Reed left the Mess Hall, not really looking where he was going and almost running over Ballard.
"Excuse me sir." Ballard exclaimed holding a couple items.
"It's quite alright. I wasn't looking where I was going." As Reed tried to sidestep past Ballard as she sidestep with him. "Is there something else crewman?"
"Yes sir. These are the personal effects of Miss Gouveia." Ballard held up two bags. "Commander T'Pol is expecting me in a few minutes. Do you have time to take these down to Sickbay?"
'Please?' There was a sob to the voice this time. Reed's face stayed impassive as a slight pain lanced through his skull and gritted out, "Yes. I was going down there anyway. Give it here."
"Thank you sir." Ballard handed over the bags and stepped flush with the wall. Reed gave a nod and without another word continued on his way.
'Stop!' Reed didn't know if his internal voice would get to the other voice but it was worth a try. Reed took stock of his surroundings and found himself in front of Sickbay. Reed sighed, bracing for the next question as he stepped through the doors.
"Mr. Reed. I'm glad you are here. I need to check on that knick on your neck. There is something I would like to verify." Doctor Phlox asked as he placed the osmotic eel back into the tank.
"Alright." Reed stepped around where the doctor was working and went toward the biobed which contained the honored guest of Enterprise. "And to check, huh, give Lieutenant JG Gouveia her things. Has she woken?" Reed sat in the chair on the left side of Gouveia. Hand to his head, bags forgotten for the moment.
"Not as of yet. Though there is quite a lot of brain activity." Phlox was next to Reed with a scanner, "Not unlike what your brain is doing at the moment." Phlox took the scanner down and studied the readings more closely. "The cut is healing nicely." The doctor said as an afterthought.
Reed cleared his throat looking up at Phlox."Can I get something for a headache? I need to be on duty in a few minutes."
Phlox looked up, still distracted, "Yes of course." Laying aside the scanner, Phlox went to the cabinet. "I'll give you a mild analgesic. Should do the job until you come back this afternoon for a more detailed scan." Reed watched Phlox go off and noticed the bags. He stood and placed Gouveia's things on the foot of the bed. Reed saw the sheet was half on half, off the women. Reed lifted the sheet, pulled, and gently laid it up and under Gouveia's chin and gently ran the back of his fingers against Gouveia's forehead. He let out a breath he did not know he was holding.
'You're here.' Gouveia sighed and seemed to have a slight upward tilt to her mouth.
Reed froze. The voice was this woman. This was the source of his headache.
"Lieutenant Commander? Are you alright?" Phlox asked seeing Reed did not move for several seconds.
Reed whipped his hand off of Gouveia's forehead trying to hide his reaction to another predicament, "Yes. The headache seems to have gotten worse."
"Come back after your shift is over so I can ascertain the cause."
"Back this afternoon?" Reed protested as he extended his neck to receive the pain medication.
Phlox gave a small smile as he depressed the hypershot, "It is routine."
"When you say that, it never is." Reed straightened his back, "I'll be back as requested. And keep an eye on her for me." He nodded to the woman.
"I'll let you know the moment she wakes." Phlox told the back of Reed as he left Sickbay for the bridge.
"I wonder what occurred down on the moon to make Lieutenant Commander Reed act this way." Phlox took up the scanner and used it on the woman's head, "Hopefully you will be able to tell me soon. Though these readings are peculiar."
Sickbay July 4, 2161 1300
Sounds of pain woke Gouveia. 'Where am I? I feel like I've been asleep for five days yet don't feel any better.' Swallowing was a chore and caused her to gasp. 'Guess I'm the source of the groaning.' Slowly taking a slow breath, Gouveia assessed the injuries. 'Bruised back and stomach gifted by the gray eyed lieutenant commander. Head feels massive. Who's the guy again?' Lifting her right hand to try and rub at the throbbing temple, was stopped by a soft admonishing voice.
"You will pull out the needle." The voice placed her hand back on the bed. "I am Doctor Phlox. I have been told your name is Lieutenant JG Gouveia. Is this correct? A nod will suffice."
Gouveia gave a slight downward movement of her head. This time she was able to open her eyes, finding the light blinding for a few seconds. She forced her eyes to focus where the voice had originated. Green eyes widen upon finding a strange man of unknown ethnicity above her. 'Help?' She called out silently. 'Calm down.' Came a strict accented male voice to her mind as clear as a bell, eyes going around the room looking for the source.
"Ms. Gouveia, you are very lucky the away team came across you. I truly doubt the Andorians would have sent anyone to investigate. More than likely, they would have shot first before asking questions." As he talked, he went about the bed monitoring her vitals, "Lieutenant Commander Reed will be quite pleased to know you are awake. Speaking of which, I need to inform the captain. I will be right back." Giving her a slight smile, Phlox went to the comm. panel by the door, before he could push the button, "Archer to Phlox," came from the speaker.
"Go ahead, Captain."
"Malcolm is on his way down. Is the patient awake?"
"Yes. I was about to call you."
"Glad to hear it. I'll be down in a little while to talk with our guest Doc. Archer out."
"Well I guess one visit from the Armory Officer is acceptable." Phlox turned back to the woman, whom was trying to press herself into the bed. "How are you feeling? You will feel a little weak for a couple days."
"Who are you?" Gouveia rasped out, "What are you?"
"I haven't heard it put quite that way. My name is Phlox. I am a Denobulan and am the Chief Medical Officer of the Earth Starship Enterprise." He looked at Gouveia with kind eyes, "I understand it is disconcerting to find yourself in a strange place with stranger beings. My experience on Earth was difficult for me the first time. Do not worry you are safe."
"Safe?" Gouveia asked in a small voice.
"Doctor." Reed's stern voice came from the doorway.
"Ah, Lieutenant Commander Reed. Let me introduce you properly to Lieutenant JG Gouveia." Phlox gave his slightly wider smile causing Gouveia to stare.
"Yes. She introduced herself on the moon. Doctor can I have a moment alone with the patient?" Reed stood a few feet away, hands behind his back, feet shoulder width apart.
"Only for a minute. I don't need you tiring her out when she has just woken up." Phlox looked to Gouveia, "Give a call if you need anything at all." He walked to his office on the other side of the small Sickbay, giving Reed a look on his way.
Reed made his way to a chair on Gouveia's left side. "Let me give you a brief summary of what happened when you were unconscious, before you ask questions."
"How long was I unconscious?" Gouveia asked.
"Around 28 hours."
"Two days?" Gouveia exclaimed sitting up, and groaned. Reed pushed her back to the bed, Phlox coming to see about the commotion.
"It's alright Doctor. Lieutenant JG Gouveia was slightly distressed to hear she was unconscious for a day and a half."
"Don't worry. It is quite common after such a traumatic experience. Why, Mr. Reed here was asleep for a day after his bout of hypothermia. Try not to become too stressed, and tell Lieutenant Commander Reed to leave if you do. Alright?" Phlox gave a slight smile to Gouveia.
Gouveia nodded and requested, "Water, please?"
The doctor smiled again, "I'll be right back." Gouveia's eyes not leaving the doctor and Reed's never leaving her.
Reed broke her starring, "You alright? Do you remember me?"
"Yes and I do remember." Gouveia's eyes had flint in them, 'you're the one who knocked me on my butt.'
Reed's eyes widen slightly, 'I only did it because you attacked me first.' Gouveia did press her hand to her head this time. Reed continued with his question as if all was well, "How did you get to the moon?"
"What moon? I was on an island." Gouveia grimaced in pain and waved her left hand in dismissal, "Anyway, the plane I was in had it's wings shorn off and both myself and the pilot had to eject." Gouveia looked up as her face went pale, searching, "Is she here? Did you find her? I tried to find her on the island. But I didn't. Did you find her?"
An image of a petite woman in her late 20's with blue eyes, dirty blonde hair filled Reed's vision with a name. Reed, with eyes closed, gropped around and found the distraught woman her arms and squeezed. "No. We did not find Lieutenant Dill. You were the only one we found." Reed opened his eyes to see Gouveia staring at him, "Please not so loud. I already have a headache." Reed let go of Gouveia and sunk back into the chair. "Now this might sound crazy, however, hold your judgment until I have explained."
Gouveia took a steading breath, "Okay. I'm listening." Hands clenched in the blankets.
"Thank you. I can hear you in my head. I only figured it out this morning. I haven't told anyone and neither should you. At least not for now. Doctor Phlox and Commander T'Pol are looking into why our brain scans are so alike. Right now I am more interested in you than in our current situation."
Trying not to freak out more than Gouveia already was before this conversation happened, she swallowed. Before Gouveia could reply Doctor Phlox entered her field of vision.
"Here you are. Some nice cool water for you. Drink up now." Phlox held the glass a little above her left hand within easy reach.
Gouveia looked from the glass, to Phlox, landing on Reed.
"Is there anything in it?" Gouveia asked Reed.
"Why don't you try it and find out?" Reed inquired. 'Why would we poison you when you are incapacitated already?'
"You would be surprised of what I am capable of in my current condition." Sitting up, Gouveia took the glass with her left un-intravenous-ed hand, and downed the water. Eyes closed with the pain swirling about her head, Gouveia held the glass out. After someone took it, Gouveia placed her head on the pillow and hand back down to the bed. On Reed's hand. Gouveia jerked her hand from Reed's skin and clasped them together on her stomach. "Thank you for the water, Doctor."
Phlox held the glass and began walking to the sink, "I am sorry to give you such unease, Ms. Gouveia. I will call on a human medic to take my place, someone you maybe more comfortable with." Doctor Phlox's face held the weight of failing a patient.
Gouveia flashed her eyes opened and imploring looked up to the alien, "No. Doctor Fox. I apologize for my behavior. It is a lot to take in. I am fine." Her eyes went to Reed, accusing him, "Though in some pain."
"I will be right back." The doctor went on his way again with a slight spring in his step.
Gouveia did not remark on the doctor's behavior as she asked Reed, "I heard I'm a guest? Not under arrest or suspicion?"
"You are a guest. The captain has made it clear to all personal. And it's Doctor Phlox. Not Fox." Reed corrected.
Gouveia mimicked, "Doctor Phlox." Nodding to the Denobulan now standing to her right.
"Correct. Now that every thing is settled. I suggest Lieutenant Commander Reed leaves so our guest is rested for when the captain comes calling." Phlox's demeanor was back to normal.
"Yes Doctor. Could I have one more minute?"
"Ah very well. But only a minute. I'll be back to check on you in a bit." Phlox gave a nod and another smile to Gouveia.
Gouveia broke the silence first, "He seems nice."
"He is. Rest assured, Doctor Phlox is the best there is in any galaxy. I should know. I've been in here a time or two."
"You? No. Not the great Sir, Lieutenant Commander Reed?" Voice dripping with sarcasm, Gouveia sounded more like she did back on the moon.
Reed let out a sigh, "I'll be back to visit." Reed got out of the chair and started for the door.
"Wait. I have so many questions. I don't know where to start." Gouveia held out her hand as if to stop Reed from leaving.
"Doctor Phlox can answer most of your questions." Reed continued to the door.
"Okay. But I know you are suspicious of me." Gouveia glared at the man trying not to show how scared she really was and starred up at the ceiling. Reed did not acknowledge the comment as he spoke with Phlox and headed out the door. Phlox came over with a small silver device.
"No shots." Gouveia's voice came fast as her eyes were on the device.
"Shots? There haven't been any shots fired and the chief armory officer would have come back through those doors if there had been." Phlox said as he walked across the room to Gouveia's right side. Leaning down, Phlox held the device level with Gouveia's head. She moved to the left and off the bed.
"Ouch." She was half on, half off the chair Reed had vacated. Gouveia slid to the floor. Phlox made his way around the bed.
"Are you alright? Let's get you back on the bed." Phlox pulled her up by the arms and set Gouveia down on the bed, legs dangling over the side.
Gouveia's eyes followed the device in the doctor's hand, "I said no shots."
"Oh. Have you not seen a hypospray before?"
"Is that what you call that thing?" Gouveia pulled her legs back up on the bed covering them with the blanket as she saw they were bare from mid thigh down to her toes and very thankful that the intravenous needle wasn't pulled out by the tumble to the ground.
"Yes." Phlox held the device out for Gouveia to examine. She pulled away, keeping a fair distance from the strange silver object. "It is a device which delivers medicine from a vial through the skin by air pressure."
"It's a shot." Gouveia's eyes hardened, "No shots. You already have me hooked up to an IV. Use that to administer medication. No shots."
"Alright, no 'shots'." Phlox placed the hypospray in his pocket and with a furrowed brow sat in the recently abused chair, assessing her for injuries, "Are you comfortable?"
Gouveia paused before replying, "No. I am not comfortable talking to a Denabiam. Or having a man in a blue uniform with red stripes say I was on the moon and not Earth. Or not knowing what uniform said man is wearing. You said he is an armory officer. Which branch is the Lieutenant Commander Armory Officer, oh excuse me, Chief Armory Officer apart of? And there's a captain. But we aren't on the ocean or even near an ocean. Where am I?" Her voice rose with her anxiety. Phlox placed his hand on her arm.
"You are safe. Take a deep breath and I will try to answer some of your questions." Gouveia's breathing did not slow. "Or I will wait for you to pass out and have Lieutenant Commander Reed or Captain Archer explain after you wake again." Gouveia took a couple of deep breaths.
Gouveia pulled the sheet up to her chest and held it tightly there, "Explain."
"I am a Denobulan. We are on the earth starship Enterprise in Andorian space where your distress signal was coming from the moon you were found on. We are on our way back from a diplomatic mission for Starfleet." Gouveia was stunned into silence. Phlox took the opportunity to stand, "I think it is time for you to get some rest. I am going to add a sedative to your IV. Try to relax and know you are safe." Going to a cabinet a few feet away, taking a vial out.
"Doctor, you didn't explain anything."
"On the contrary I answered most of your questions."
"You have told me I am safe twice now. Safe from what? Is there something out to get me?" Gouveia asked as Phlox came to her right.
"I want your mind to be at ease." Phlox added the vial to the IV line, "The sedative is quick. An easy mind aids in recovery of the patient. Vulcans use a meditation technique to heal themselves. If you would like, T'Pol may instruct you. Though you will have to wait until you are back on your feet as.."
Gouveia's last thought was of Phlox, not Fox, a friendly alien doctor.
Gouveia was walking down a deserted corridor. Sounds of firing armament, pain, and anger were coming from both ends of the hallway. A tall figure jumped out of the shadows, landing a kick to her right side. Muscle memory evaded the second strike, but not the third. Gouveia went crashing to the deck on her right side. Gouveia kicked out with her left leg, to have it be grabbed by her attacker.
"You fight hard Reed." The attacker twisted the leg and her body followed as the attacker let go. Landing face to the deck. "Too bad your crew did not fight as hard as you. Maybe your losses would not have been so great in the beginning of the war."
Gouveia was surprised her body was able to swing around and clip the speaker with her legs and get to her feet in one smooth motion. Seeing the enemy on one knee, Gouveia was able to see his face. Green tinge skin, black straight hair in a singular cut showing off pointed ears and a raised 'V' on the forehead. "Maelrok, I thought you died with your last command." The voice coming from Gouveia's throat was deep with a slight accent. "How did you escape?"
"Why should I tell you?" Maelrok took aim with a modified pistol from his position, "You will be dead in a few seconds."
Gouveia dove to the left behind a collapsed bulkhead, "You couldn't get me last time what makes you think you'll get me this time Maelrok?" Hard footsteps came to her ears. All Gouveia wanted to do was wake from this dream, because it had to be a dream. Right?
"You do not give up. Do you, Reed?"
"Nor do you." Gouveia reached out and grabbed a piece of pipe from the debris, "Why not settle this in hand to hand combat? I know you don't want to put your ancestors to shame."
"I never could. I have already proven myself time and again in battle." Gouveia slowly got to her feet using the wall as cover, "This battle was to see you die for my enjoyment." Gouveia swung with all her might, again the counter attack was stopped by Maelrok, "Good try Reed." A wide grin spread across Maelork's face as he pulled the trigger on the pistol.
'ARGH' Gouveia came awake sitting straight in bed, in Sickbay, where she never left. Gouveia looked around the room, trying to see into the shadows. Looking for Maelrok. Gouveia's hands were clasped to where the shot went through on the left side. Opening them, there was no blood or any sign of injury. Phantom pain was radiating from the spot where the ghost shot went. Gouveia brought her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, holding herself still as a rock. 'Lord what is wrong with me? I haven't had a dream so real in a long time. And never in someone else's body. What is happening to me?' Alone in a strange place with stranger people, and even stranger things affecting her mind, Gouveia wept quietly. She did not want to share her private moment of being overwhelmed with anyone, especially the alien doctor. After a few minutes her solitude was broken by the last person she expected. Lieutenant Commander Reed. As surreptitiously as possible, Gouveia wiped her eyes on the blanket.
"Mr. Reed. This is quite a surprise." Phlox waylaid Reed as the door opening caught the good doctor's attention, "Is there something I can do for you?"
"No doctor. I am here to visit with our guest." Reed stopped inside Sickbay as the doors closed behind him.
"It is not quite visiting hours. Why not wait until morning?"
"It is morning. I have to be on the bridge in half an hour and this is not something which should wait until later." Reed let out a small frustrated sigh crossing his arms over his chest, "Could you ask Lieutenant JG Gouveia if she would see me?"
"Last time I checked, Ms. Gouveia was sound asleep."
"You should check again." Reed nodded over to the bed she was in. Phlox turned around with a slight frown. This was the first time Gouveia had seen Phlox with a frown which made her even more uncomfortable.
"Oh. Ms. Gouveia you should have called for me." Phlox took out a medical scanner from his pocket and Gouveia leaned away. A smile came back to the doctor's mouth, "Now, there is nothing to be concerned about. Only a scanner. There all done. Hmm." The smile was diminished, though present.
"Doctor, since Ms. Gouveia is awake I need to ask her a few questions." Reed sat on the chair he had vacated yesterday.
"Hmm." Phlox turned the scanner on to Reed, "Only until she becomes weary." The scan finished, Phlox turned his eyes to Gouveia, "You still need your rest. Let me know when your conversation has finished Mr. Reed."
A last stern look from the doctor to the Lieutenant Commander is all the warning Reed needed to know Phlox was to speak with him before leaving if Reed wanted to get through the day without being summoned to Sickbay today for a reprimand. "Yes doctor." Reed, hair slightly disheveled, though freshly shaved, waited until Phlox was out of hearing range to begin, "I heard you call out. What is it?"
"I didn't say anything." Gouveia said, head on her knees looking straight ahead.
Reed tapped his head, "I believe you were in here just a little bit ago. You dreamed my dream didn't you?"
Gouveia turned her head away, "No I didn't."
Shaking his head, Reed leaned back in the chair, arms crossed, "Let me tell you about it and see if it jogs your memory. The dream was about a battle about two years ago. The Enterprise was boarded by a Romulan ship and I was on my way down to the armory to assist with the weapons array. A Romulan I had met before surprised me and I was wounded. Before he could finish me off with a second shot a MACO got to him first. I recovered enough for the MACO to drag me to Sickbay. I got patched up and went back to work." Reed studied Gouveia, looking for signs of recognition, "I don't remember the Romulan's name though."
Gouveia spun toward Reed, pain and exhaustion forgotten, "Like hell you don't. Maelrok shot us."
Reed smirked, "Your right, I do remember. Though I thought he only shot me."
Gouveia weighed the options of acknowledging the fact her dream was Reed's as she went back to her previous position.
Reed took the opportunity to speak, "I see you haven't opened your things yet. Do you mind if I take a look?"
Gouveia popped her head up and saw Reed's hand go towards the foot of the bed and her eyes landed on the bags. Gouveia moved to get them, Reed was there first.
"I'm sure you wouldn't mind. After all I am the chief armory officer, it is my job to be suspicious. Let's start with the big bag." Reed opened and lifted out the flight jacket, coveralls, and shirt. Placing each item carefully in front of Gouveia on top of the bed.
Gouveia picked up the flight jacket and put it on. Taking note of where the jacket was torn and ripped. "Where are my boots?"
"I'll ask Crewman Ballard when I see her next." Reed started on the small bag pulling out Gouveia's ID card, "Alaine Elyse Gouveia, O-2, United States Navy, expires 05APR2020. As in year 2020?"
Gouveia took the ID out of Reed's hand, "Yeah. It's still a few years off. What of it?" Gouveia placed the card in the flight jacket and looked at Reed who hadn't moved, "Since you've seen mine, I get to see your's." She places her hand palm up, waiting.
Reed cleared his throat, "I don't have mine."
Gouveia dropped her hand, "Pour form sir. Next time." Gouveia eyed the rest of the contents in the bag, "Are you going to take out the rest or will you hand it over like you should?"
Reed took out a ring with a blue stone and a picture. He handed over the ring. Looking at the picture he recognized Gouveia who stood in the middle of five other people. "Is this your family?"
"I thought I lost that." Gouveia took hold of the other corner of the photo, moving closer to Reed to look at the picture, eyes going soft, "Yeah. These are my parents, my sister, my brother and his wife. They were married a few years ago. Aren't they cute. My sister is a freelance worker. And my parents are." Gouveia cleared her throat, "My parents don't know I'm okay. Have you gotten a hold of the Navy to let them know I'm alive?" Gouveia's eyes held back tears looking at Reed.
"No. We haven't." Reed let go of the picture and stood, "I will inform the Captain. Doctor Phlox will be very irritated with me if I don't go."
Steel entered Gouveia's voice, "You better let me know as soon as you get a hold of my parents, or there will be hell to pay. I don't care if you are a higher ranking officer than myself."
"I have no doubt." Reed muttered as he exited Sickbay.
"Mr. Reed?" Phlox asked as he came around the corner.
"Let him go Doctor Phlox. He needs to speak to the Captain." Gouveia gathered the rest of her clothes, "By the way do you have any shoes I can borrow? I am going stir crazy, I was hoping to get a walk today."
"Yes. I believe I have some slippers around here somewhere. I'll call an escort for you as well. Can't go wandering the corridors alone just yet."
"Alright."' Gouveia sighed, "Point me to the slippers, while you make the call."
"I'll take out your IV first." Phlox came to Gouveia's right and gently took the needle out.
"Thank you." Gouveia rubbed the area, "I didn't realize how annoying that was."
"The bathroom is over that way if you care to freshen up." Phlox took a look at how pale Gouveia was, "Let your escort know if you feel your condition becomes poor during your tour of the ship. And if you come across Lieutenant Commander Reed, let him know I need to speak with him."
"I will Doctor Phlox, on both counts." Phlox nodded. Gouveia waited until the Doctor's back was turned to get off the bed and into the bathroom. With the door closed she looked at the mirror and asked, "Ship?"