PSL: Post-DF for Beverly

[stigmaofsuccess]

Waking up in the camp, on that small, cold cot was a nightmare. Despite assurances that no one ever remembered their time in the Fleet, Julian could, flashes and hints, his enhanced brain refusing to let go of what it had experienced.

There was no time after that for thinking on it. Everything was go, invasions and deaths and horror and then plunging through the wormhole into the safety, comparatively, of the assembled Alpha Quadrant Fleet.

By the time Julian got out of his debriefing, all he wanted was a shower and bed. But when he got to his quarters, all his belongings had been rifled, moved, different smells and different things and Julian balked.

He went to his office, where at least it felt like less of a personal violation and showered there before settling behind his desk. He had slightly over a month of information to catch up on and he doubted he'd be sleeping.

He toyed with messaging the Enterprise.

He didn't. He remembered but Beverly? Almost certainly didn't.

Comments

[dancingmd]

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?"