"This is not the same trophy." Worf glared. "Someone is playing a trick on me."

"Worf, try to calm down." Dr Crusher tried to placate him. "Memory loss can be very disorienting..."

Worf suddenly remembered something. "The log... I recorded a personal log on my way back to the Enterprise." He sat down at his desk and tapped a command into the desktop monitor. "Computer, access personal logs on shuttlecraft Curie. Show my log entry for stardate 47391.2."

The monitor displayed footage of Worf aboard the Curie. "Personal log, stardate 47391.2. I am returning from the Bat'leth competition on Forcas III. The conditions were difficult... several contenders were maimed. One of the contenders used an illegal T'gha manoeuvre against me. The judges chose to ignore it... and I was robbed of my rightful standing." The Worf on the monitor reached offscreen and picked up the ninth place trophy currently in Worf's quarters. "I was awarded ninth place. I am looking forward to resuming my duties aboard the En..."

Worf turned the monitor off, looking very disturbed. "I do not understand."

"Worf, I'm sure this is very disturbing for you..." Crusher said, trying to comfort him, "but don't worry, your memories will return. The best thing you could do right now is to settle back into your normal routine, but slowly."

"Thank you, Doctor." a resigned Worf nodded.

"Let me know if you have any more problems with dizziness." Crusher continued. "I'll give you a hypospray." She gave him a gentle smile, then left the room.

~8~

A little later, Worf returned to duty on the Bridge, taking up his usual post at Tactical. "Lieutenant, have you completed the metallurgical scan of the Array?" Data asked him from where he was working at Science I.

Worf was confused. "Sir?"

"The metallurgical scan. Have you completed it?" Data asked.

"I do not remember you asking me to..." Worf began, but then an alarm went off on his console, so he checked it out. "Captain, there is a Cardassian ship approaching. Galor-class."

The crew reacted instantly to this news. Data returned to Ops, while Picard and Riker got to their feet. "Open a channel." Picard ordered Worf.

"On screen." Worf acknowledged.

A Cardassian Gul appeared on the main viewscreen. "This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the starship Enterprise." Picard began, being diplomatic as always, but there was a definite tension in the air as he spoke. "You are in Federation territory. Please explain your presence here."

"We were wondering the same thing about you, Captain." the Cardassian Gul replied. "Why would Starfleet's flagship want to venture so close to the Cardassian border?"

"We are repairing one of our subspace telescopes." Picard explained.

" I see." the Gul said wryly. "May we offer our assistance?"

"No, thank you." Picard said firmly. "We have everything under control."

The Gul eyed Picard. "If you don't mine me asking... what exactly is this telescope of yours designed to do?"

"It's a long-range subspace array. We use it for gathering data on astronomical phenomena"

"I'm certain it would never be used to... 'observe' a neighbouring species."

"Certainly not."

"Well then, best of luck with your repairs. Just try to make certain that your studies are limited to 'astronomical phenomena'." the Gul said with implied threat, then closed the transmission.

"Charming fella." Riker said dryly.

"Captain, that ship was responsible for reprogramming the Array." Worf declared.

Picard and Riker both turned to him. "What are you saying?" Picard asked him.

"It is the same class and energy configuration as the ship we saw in the imaging logs." Worf said.

"Imaging logs?" Picard looked confused. "Are you suggesting that you have evidence the Cardassians have tampered with the Array?"

"They are using the Array as a surveillance device." Worf insisted. "You saw the logs yourself."

"I haven't heard anything about this." Picard frowned.

"Neither have I." Riker concurred.

Worf turned to Data. "Commander Data, show them the logs you downloaded from the Array."

But Data seemed just as confused as Picard and Riker. "I know of no such logs." he stated.

A long, uncomfortable moment then ensured as all eyes on the bridge fell on Worf. "Mr Worf... are you feeling alright?" Picard asked him, concerned.

"Yes." Worf insisted.

Picard considered all of this for a moment. "Mr Data, perhaps you had better re-examine the Array. See if you can find any evidence to support Mr Worf's claims."

~8~

A while later, Worf was pacing around his quarters, frustrated. Counsellor Troi had come to try and offer him some support. "Dr Crusher says I am experiencing further memory loss, but my instincts tell me it is more than that. I remember those imaging logs... I could tell you every detail, every word..." Worf insisted.

"Worf, let's assume for a second you're right, that things did happen as you remember them. Are you saying that everyone's memory on this ship has been altered but yours?" Troi asked him. "The only one of us who's had a recent head injury or mental stress is you. Isn't it more logical that your concussion is causing some memory problems?"

Worf frowned. While Troi's words made sense, he was still convinced that something was very wrong and he was the only person who could see it. Just then, the door chimed. "Enter." he called.

The doors slid open and La Forge entered the room. "Hi, Worf. Counsellor." he greeted, then came to the point. "Worf, I wanted you to know that we re-examined the imaging logs. They don't show a Cardassian ship or any evidence that the Array was reprogrammed. From what we can tell, the Array suffered a simple mechanical failure."

"That is not right." Worf frowned. "I was certain that..." Suddenly, he was hit by another wave of dizziness. When it passed, he noticed that Data's impressionist painting of the Battle of HarOS was no longer hanging on the wall by the door.

"What's wrong?" Troi asked him.

"Counsellor, the painting that Commander Data gave me..." Worf blinked, looking around the room. He then saw the painting was now hanging on the wall on the other side of the room. It had definitely not been there just a few seconds ago. "It has moved."

Troi and La Forge glanced at the painting, then exchanged worried looks. "Worf, I hung that painting there..." Troi began, "at your birthday party. Remember?"

"No..." Worf blinked, his vision momentarily fogging. When it cleared, he saw that the painting had now changed completely; instead of an impressionist depiction of the Battle of HarOS, it was now a detailed reproduction of a Klingon Vor'cha-class battlecruiser. "The painting has changed. Don't you see it?!" He turned to Troi and saw that now she had changed appearance too; a moment ago, she'd been wearing a casual blue dress and her hair had worn in a loose, casual style, but now she was wearing her Starfleet duty uniform and her hair was in a more formal style. Worf was more confused than ever. "Your hair... and your clothing... they have changed as well."

A concerned La Forge moved towards him. "Worf, maybe you should come with me to Sickbay and..."

Suddenly, Worf felt another wave of dizziness sweep across him. When it passed, he found that he was no longer in his quarters; he was on the Bridge instead. The ship was at red alert and a Cardassian warship was bearing down on them. "Now, Mr Worf!" Picard said urgently. "Now!"

But Worf didn't know what to do. When he looked down at his console, he saw that it had completely changed appearance; the wooden horseshoe arch was now red instead of it's familiar brown, the central column was silver instead of beige and had an additional silver box added to the top of it, and the area underneath the arch had been filled in with an opaque pane of transparent aluminium, but what concerned Worf was that the LCARS interface was of a completely different design to what he was used to.

"What're you waiting for?" Riker asked him urgently. "Raise the shields!"

But Worf couldn't make neither heads or tails of the new LCARS display. "This panel configuration has been altered. I do not know how." he breathed.

Suddenly, the Cardassian ship opened fire and the Enterprise rocked hard as the phaser blast struck home. "Direct hit: engineering section, deck 42." Data reported.

The Cardassians opened fire again, and the Enterprise rocked again. Picard looked at Worf, who was trying to make sense of his altered console, so he turned to his first officer. "Number One?"

Riker jumped to his feet and raced over to Tactical. Worf wisely stepped back, completely shell-shocked. Riker seemed to have no trouble with the new console design. "Firing photon torpedoes, full spread."
The Enterprise fired a spread of photon torpedoes, which struck home on the Cardassian ship.
"Direct hit on their main reactor." Riker reported. "They're returning fire!"

Everyone braced for impact as the Cardassian ship fired it's own torpedoes. The resulting jolts as the torpedoes struck home were even more violent, causing the lights on the Bridge to flicker. Data assessed the damage. "Captain, we have sustained heavy damage to the deflector systems." he reported. "Hull breaches on decks 17 and 36."

Picard could see that there was no choice but to beat a retreat. "Ensign, take us out of here, maximum warp." he ordered Ensign Gates at Conn.

"Aye, sir." she acknowledged, and quickly piloted the Enterprise away from the attacking Cardassians.

"Are they pursuing us?" Picard asked Riker.

"No, sir." he replied, checking the Tactical console. "They're firing on the Argus Array. They destroyed it, sir." he said after a moment.

Picard opened an intercom channel. "Bridge to Engineering. Mr La Forge, what's your status?"

But it wasn't Geordi La Forge's voice that answered the call. "This is Ensign Hayes, sir. Commander La Forge has been taken to Sickbay with plasma burns. There's serious damage to the secondary plasma conduit but I think we've got it under control."

"Acknowledged." Picard nodded. "Ensign, lay in a course to Starbase 129."

"Aye, sir." Gates acknowledged, and set the appropriate course.

A grim-faced Picard then turned to Worf. "What happened back there, Lieutenant?" he demanded.

Worf glanced uncomfortably around the bridge. Everyone was staring at him, some in an accusatory way. "I believe I had another... memory loss." he answered awkwardly.

"Memory loss?" Riker stared. "What're you talking about?"

Worf suddenly realised that no one had any idea what he was talking about, so he made the decision not to say anything further about it. "I do not feel well, Captain." he said instead. "Request to be temporary relieved of duty, sir."

"Granted." a worried Picard replied, and so Worf left the bridge.

~8~

Worf returned to his quarters, feeling agitated but also determined to find out what was happening to him. The first thing he noticed was that the painting was still that of a battlecruiser, but it was now back by the door. He then looked to the table and found that instead of a trophy, there was now a vase of flowers sitting there. He locked the door behind him and sat down at his desktop terminal. "Computer, access personal logs on Shuttlecraft Curie. Play log entry for stardate 47391.2." he ordered.

"There is no log entry from the Shuttlecraft Curie for that stardate." the computer responded.

So Worf decided to try a different search parameter. "Computer, display any log entries regarding the Bat'leth tournament on Forcas III."

The monitor displayed footage of Worf in his quarters. "Personal log, stardate 47391.2. There has been a malfunction in the ship's main deflector. It will require two more days of repairs. As a result, I will not be able to compete in the Bat'leth tournament on Forcas III. I have asked my brother to take my place. He does not have my prowess with the blade, but..."

Irritably, Worf turned the monitor off. Just then, the door chimed. Worf walked to the doors and released the lockout. The doors slid open to reveal Counsellor Troi standing there. "Why'd you lock the door?" she asked Worf.

"Why shouldn't I?" he answered sharply.

Troi looked at him with concern. "I heard about what happened on the bridge. Are you alright?"

"I am not sure." Worf answered.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I would rather not, Counsellor." Worf answered, doing his best to be amicable to his friend.

"Very well, Lieutenant." Troi replied wryly, then she brushed past him and walked to the replicator slot. "Hot chocolate." she requested, and the replicator duly supplied her with a cup of her favourite drink.

Worf stared at her, confused. She seemed to be making herself at home in his quarters. " Is there something I can do for you?" he asked her.

"Actually, there is." Troi replied, moving to the bedroom. She sat down on the bed and patted a spot next to her. "Come and sit down." she told Worf. "I just want to relax for a minute." So Worf sat down next to her, humouring her. Troi then very calmly and very naturally reached over and untied Worf's ponytail, letting his hair fall free. "There." She then began massaging his shoulders. Worf stiffened, uncomfortable with the intimate gesture. "You are so tense." Troi remarked. "Now, I know you don't want to talk about what happened on the Bridge, but there are times when it's just best to let things out." Worf stayed silent, growing increasingly with the closeness. "Come on." Troi continued. "If you can't talk to me, who can you talk to?" She then leaned over and kissed Worf on the neck.

Having had enough, Worf leapt to his feet. "I do not believe this is appropriate behaviour!" he burst out.

"Even for your wife?" Troi snorted.

"Wife?!" Worf spluttered, stunned beyond belief.

Troi then both saw and sensed that Worf was genuinely confused and troubled. "Worf, what's wrong?" she asked, getting to her feet.

"I do not know. Things are... changing." Worf murmured.

"What's changed?"

"I do not remember us... you and I... being mates. It is as if events... circumstances... continue to change from moment to moment, but I am the only one who seems to be aware of it."

Troi tried to make sense of this. "Are you saying that you don't remember the last two years? You don't remember us falling in love and getting married?"

"I do remember the last two years..." Worf answered, "but they were different. We did not have this relationship. We were friends. And the Enterprise did not have a battle with the Cardassians." He sat down, very disturbed. "And no one believes me."

Troi considered him for a moment. As bizarre as his behaviour was to her, this Deanna Troi loved him deeply and knew that he wouldn't make up something like that. "Worf... whatever's wrong, whatever's happening... I want you to know that I believe you. And that I love you. And together we'll find out what's happening."

Worf looked at her, touch by the depth of feeling, and he nodded, grateful to have someone on his side.

Author's notes: And here's part 2 of this adaptation. The set dressers got to have a bit of fun in this episode redressing the Enterprise-D bridge for the different realities. Pity we didn't get to see more of them.