Over the past few years, Beverly has been having strange dreams... of another fleet, another starship, like and yet so completely unlike the Enterprise. In the beginning, she barely even remembered them, and if she did, she chalked them up to nothing more than the usual dream distortions of reality. However, as they've become more frequent and more detailed... it's starting to feel like something more than that. Especially once the images crop up even when she's awake.
There's Deanna, of course. Repressed memories, she had said, with understandable confusion. What you're describing sounds like a repressed memory.
It isn't until the Enterprise is docked at Deep Space Nine that she has a real breakthrough. Dr. Julian Bashir, CMO. Something tells her that she has to see him, that he knows what's happening to her. It makes no sense, but she can't shake the feeling, so as soon as she's off duty, she makes her way to the station's infirmary. When she sees him, sitting at his desk, she stops in her tracks.
He was there. In that other fleet.
"Jul--- Dr. Bashir?" Oh god, it's probably all in your head, Beverly, don't call him Julian. "I apologize for interrupting but... may I speak with you?"
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Date: 2015-09-23 02:12 am (UTC)There's Deanna, of course. Repressed memories, she had said, with understandable confusion. What you're describing sounds like a repressed memory.
It isn't until the Enterprise is docked at Deep Space Nine that she has a real breakthrough. Dr. Julian Bashir, CMO. Something tells her that she has to see him, that he knows what's happening to her. It makes no sense, but she can't shake the feeling, so as soon as she's off duty, she makes her way to the station's infirmary. When she sees him, sitting at his desk, she stops in her tracks.
He was there. In that other fleet.
"Jul--- Dr. Bashir?" Oh god, it's probably all in your head, Beverly, don't call him Julian. "I apologize for interrupting but... may I speak with you?"