CHAPTER FOUR

 

Amnesia.

 

They had never considered it.

 

Chakotay stared at Kathryn Janeway who had retreated two steps. Tom's hand was on her shoulder as he steadied her. She looked at him and the doctor in turn, her eyes swimming with tears, and a deep question in them.

 

"Where...am...I...?"

 

It was the doctor who stepped forward.

 

"You are on the Federation vessel, USS Voyager, Chakotay." It was immediately apparent that the Doctor didn't call him 'Commander'.

 

"I've been captured?" he asked, the voice slow, hoarse. His throat worked as he fixed his gaze on Kathryn Janeway again. "Why...is that...mercenary in uniform?"

 

"Commander," the Doctor started and sick as he was, Chakotay caught on to that.

 

"Commander? I'm Maquis, not Starfleet. Not...anymore..."

 

"Captain, perhaps you should return later?"

 

"No, Doctor. Commander Chakotay is obviously suffering from memory loss."

 

"You were sent to capture me?" he asked, then suddenly he cried out as he succumbed to the pain again.

 

The Doctor, Tom and Kathryn Janeway watched stunned as Chakotay's eyes closed again.

 

"What the hell is happening, Doctor?"

 

"Well, Captain, if he doesn't know who you are, I'd say his last recollections must be while in the Badlands - "

 

"He hates me..." Tom said abstractedly.

 

"And, he has lost almost seven years of his life..." the Doctor added.

 

"He hates me..." Tom whispered again, his eyes suddenly flashing with a kind of fear.

 

"He doesn't know me," Kathryn Janeway said with quiet despair. "He doesn't know that - that..." Her face creased as she battled to hold back the tears.

 

"I'm sorry, Captain," the Doctor said as he turned to face her.

 

She stepped forward to touch Chakotay's cheek, her palm resting for long moments against his pallid skin. Then she gave a soft sob, turned on her heels and hastily left the sick bay.

 

Tom wanted to run after her, but the Doctor held him back.

 

"We'll call her later, Mr Paris. We have to establish a few things first. It's clear alright that the Commander knows who he is, but about sis and half years of his life have been wiped out. I can't state for certain that those memories will come back, but right now  we need to set about making things comfortable for the Commander and ensure that none of the new things or knowledge he will encounter over the next few days will come as too much of a shock to him..."

 

"Doctor, I don't think you realise just how much of a shock it's going to be. He has never been well-disposed towards me. Always hated my guts. That his life belongs to me will mean squat. He's deadly ill, but he looked ready to kill me..."

 

"Mr Paris, you may be the last of his problems. He has no idea who Captain Janeway is. Ostensibly he has never met her, or known of her."

 

"Hell, that's true, Doc. He doesn't know he's the First Officer of this vessel."

 

"Or, that he's in the Delta Quadrant."

 

"Married to the Captain, for God's sake..."

 

The two men looked again at the patient, relieved for the moment that he was sleeping. They had a problem which had to be worked at very quickly, and the only person to guide them through this was the woman Chakotay was married to. The woman who was his wife, and mother of his little baby girl.

 

"What can be done about his condition, Doc?" Tom asked as he stood, hands on his hips.

 

"While he's sleeping, nothing yet. But I'll be going through the database, see what I can come up with."

 

"How long will this condition last?"

 

"It's hard to say. Even I can't tell you that, Mr Paris. Now, shall we get on with our work?"

 

Tom gave a sigh. He'd have to tell B'Elanna as soon as he went off duty. But he reckoned that the Captain would hold and emergency briefing meeting. Most probably, once she's calmed down, she'll be back in sick bay to speak with the doctor before she comes to any decision. He felt sorry for the Captain. Her eyes had gone from high expectation, shining as she realised Chakotay was awake at last, to utter distress when he didn't recognise her. He shook his head. It was much, much harder on her than anyone else on board. What was Chakotay going to say when he learns that half his crew died when they were whisked to the Badlands, that his remaining crew merged with Voyager?

 

"Commander," Tom whispered, "I don't envy Captain Janeway her position..."

 

***

 

She stumbled out of sick bay, unable to control the despair that washed over. She had gone in a few moment from being the Captain of the vessel, a woman, wife and mother to the most important man in her life, to being someone Chakotay had absolutely no cognisance of. It was not just a simple case of being completely disoriented after lying four days in a coma, but Chakotay's confusion had been real, too real for them not to realise the implications of his type of amnesia. She had read many times of individuals who had lost years of their lives, not just the total amnesia of not knowing your own identity. Perhaps that would have been more merciful, then they would have been able to lead him more gradually, gently to an understanding of his situation and the manner in which he has touched the lives of others.

 

Chakotay's amnesiac condition meant that all his recollections, all his old biases against the Federation, his dislike of Tom, of Tuvok, will be reverted to and none of the growth he had experienced will count for anything. In fact, none of his experiences in the last almost seven years that allowed him to evolve to the man who was Voyager's First Officer and her husband, will count. Chakotay will have to learn of those experiences. How long this current condition will last was impossible to tell.

 

She was still shivering by the time she reached her quarters. Straightening up, she entered her codes. She knew Susan was waiting for her inside and it was about time for Susan to go off duty.

 

"Captain!" Susan exclaimed as she walked quickly to meet Kathryn just as Kathryn stood inside her doorway and the doors slid close behind her. "Is everything alright? Captain?"

 

Tara, when she saw her mother, starting crying immediately, leaning over towards Kathryn, almost falling out of Susan's arms if she hadn't instinctively held the baby back. Kathryn took Tara from her and she crooned for a few seconds until Tara had calmed down.

 

"Is everything alright, Captain?" Susan repeated her question.

 

Kathryn gave a deep sigh, kissed Tara on her forehead before she looked at Susan.

 

"Susan, until I give the official word on it later tonight, you are to tell no one as yet." Kathryn smiled wanly, "not even Noah..."

 

Susan's eyes widened. She knew something was up, something wrong with the Commander.

 

"The Commander, Captain? He isn't - ?"

 

"No, Susan, not as drastic as that," Kathryn stated. "Commander Chakotay is suffering from amnesia - "

 

"Captain?"

 

"He has no recollection of the last almost seven years of his life, Susan."  Kathryn Janeway held Tara closer to her as she said the words, buried her face against her baby for a few agonising moments. Susan thought that Captain was about to burst into tears, but when the Captain looked at her again, her eyes were red, like she was on the verge but fought to hold back the tears.

 

"Captain...?" Susan whispered. "I'm awfully sorry to hear that, Captain. I - I won't say anything until you've informed everyone..."

 

"Thank you, Susan. Dismissed," she added softly.

 

"Aye, Captain."

 

When the door closed behind Susan, Kathryn expelled a long sigh, held Tara close to her while she gave a few  wracking sobs. It was all Tara needed to cry again and she started wailing plaintively as Kathryn walked to her bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. Minutes later she dried her tears.

 

"Oh, sweet Tara, how am I going to tell your Daddy about you?"

 

*** 

 

Later that evening, after Sam Wildman had come to fetch Tara for the night, Kathryn made her way to sick bay again. The doctor had been terse when he called her minutes earlier:

 

"Captain, Commander Chakotay is awake. He wishes to see you."

 

Her heart had given a few wild beats, thumping against her rib cage. She had no idea now what to expect, but knew that before the night was out, that Chakotay needed to hear the truth about his lost years.

 

"Thank you, Doctor. I'm on my way - "

 

"I must warn you, Captain, he appears in a belligerent mood. He believes he's still a renegade caught by a Federation vessel..."

 

"Doctor, he was a renegade caught by a Federation vessel."

 

"I am absolutely certain you know precisely what I meant, Captain."

 

"As you yourself said, Commander Chakotay will have to be apprised of the truth, however unpalatable it is for him."

 

"Be prepared to answer a lot of questions. I have been able to ward him off for now, until he has spoken with you."

 

"Thank you - "

 

"And Captain, for what it's worth, the Commander is going to recover sooner now that he's awake. He's already insisted he wanted to get up, get his people together and get off this vessel..."

 

"I understand. Janeway out."

 

*** 

 

"He hates me, B'Elanna," Tom said in an almost peevish tone. He was holding a squirming Miral who found intense interest in removing his pips.

 

"Just maybe it's a good thing. Things have never come to a head between you two since he called you a mercenary. Boy, he almost had your number then - "

 

"B'Elanna! You know as well as I do that so much has changed in the last six and a half years! Chakotay has changed. I've changed. Hell, there's not a crewman on this vessel who is the same as he was when we joined forces - "

 

"Oh, yeah? And now you are saying Chakotay is virtually back to square one?"

 

"Yeah. And boy, is he mad..."

 

B'Elanna laughed. It was a bright, bell-like sound which alerted Miral who turned her attention to her mother.

 

"Chakotay? Tom, his life belongs to you. He told me so himself - "

 

"Well, now yes, he doesn't remember that, B'Elanna - "  Tom paused for a minute, allowing B'Elanna to take Miral from him. B'Elanna sat down on the couch, settled Miral on her lap and smiled as Miral grabbed the bottle and started suckling.

 

"Hmmm? What is it, Tom?"

 

"I really think it's bad, B'Elanna. His only recollects his life up to the attack in the Badlands. He - Chakotay is under the impression the Liberty was attacked by the Cardassian vessel, destroyed and he was handed over to Federation authorities - "

 

"Under Captain Janeway - "

 

"Yeah. Captain Janeway who happens to be his wife and mother of his child, B'Elanna."  Tom paced in front of B'Elanna while Miral temporarily paused her drinking to looked at her father with interest.

 

"Oh, great Kahless! How is he going to react to that?"

 

Tom gave a deep sigh, scratched his head as if he were searching for an answer.

 

"Do you realise, B'Elanna, that he may harbour the impression he is still Seska's lover?"

 

"And that means, Tom, he's not going to be a happy camper when he learns that Maquis and Starfleet have become bedfellows..."

 

"In more ways than one, honey. We got married, he's married to the Captain and Mariah Henley married James Hamilton..."

 

B'Elanna gave a sigh. "Will you stop pacing, Tom? I'm pretty certain we'll have a briefing later and then we'll know exactly how to handle one very irate Commander who thinks he's still a renegade and - and..."

 

" - who doesn't know that the Maquis have been wiped out and the rest rotting in Federation prisons..."

 

"Yeah..." B'Elanna said softly, her eyes growing tender as she looked up at Tom. "Yeah..." she repeated.

 

"I'm sorry, honey..."

 

"It's alright, Tom. We'll get through this crisis. The Captain needs us now, more than ever."

 

"You're dead right."

 

*** 

 

Kathryn Janeway paused for a full minute in front of the sick bay doors. She took a deep breath and  rebuke herself for feeling so anxious about meeting him. It was a new Chakotay, still in his old body, but with a mind that turned the clock back more than six years. She had seen this afternoon his reaction to Tom, and the terrible feeling of déjà vu she experienced when he said "how do you know my name" still lingered something fierce in her when she recalled how he had said those words the first time she had laid eyes on him.

 

She had known of him then, and he had not known her. That day, she had had the advantage, and his look at her then still sent shivers down her spine. Even then, and despite her persistent denial to the contrary, she had sensed that their lives would somehow be connected, that their destinies would join and that they'd walk a path together no matter how many thorns lay on it.

 

She sensed then, had been stupid too long not to acknowledge it, that it would be his strength that would carry her, his love that would sustain her, and his support that would help her make worthy decisions for her ship and crew. This afternoon, she felt the fear that she'd spend the rest of her life rebuilding that relationship that had come with so much difficulty to her, that the last three years especially, she feared that she'd not have the strength to fight again.

 

That he didn't know who she was, was the first shock. It instantaneously cut through any misgiving that he was just normally disoriented after four days in a coma when he came to and looked at the three of them. His reaction first to Tom - there was a deep glare of hatred in Chakotay's eyes as he recognised Tom - and then his words to her, all but obliterated her hope that it was disorientation. She realised at once that some part of his memory had been suppressed. That it went as far back as the Badlands, she hadn't thought. Chakotay had no idea of the strides on Voyager he himself had been responsible for. His was the task of ensuring that the two crews bonded to become one Starfleet crew. His tireless effort it was to see that the ship ran smoothly.

 

She had yet to tell him that he was Voyager's first officer. After that.... Kathryn sighed as she opened the doors and entered. She walked with measured steps to the biobed where Chakotay lay, now awake and more alert than he had been this afternoon before he sank into a deep sleep again. She approached his bed slowly.

 

They stared at one another for several minutes. The doctor coughed somewhere in the background and Kathryn nodded, smiling grimly when he went offline. She hadn't looked at the doctor then, her eyes still on the quiet man who stared at her without blinking.

 

I love this man. He's my first officer. He's my husband and Tara's father. I must remember his love for me. I must remember that Chakotay is ill; he is not himself. I must remember that this stranger who looks at me as the stranger I am to him, is the man who vowed his everlasting love and loyalty to me...

 

Kathryn gave a soft sob, hoped that he didn't hear her. He looked at her with such blank eyes; eyes that held no recognition. Her heart bled...

 

"Hello, Chakotay," she said softly as she pulled up a chair and sat down.

 

"Captain Janeway..."

 

Kathryn wanted to die.

 

"Please, call me Kathryn."

 

"Do I know you?" he asked.

 

She nodded her head. She saw how his hand trembled and wanted to cover it with hers, offer him comfort and suddenly, she was afraid to touch him.

 

"What happened to me, Captain Janeway?" He ignored her earlier injunction.

 

"You were critically injured in a shuttle accident..." She didn't want to tell him yet that Sayenne was at the controls and died during their crash-landing.

 

"I was on my own vessel, Captain Janeway," he said with so much conviction that Kathryn's heart wanted to tear from her.

 

"No, Chakotay. The Liberty was destroyed. You were on the  Orinoco, one of Voyager's type 6 shuttles."

 

"I - I am Maquis, Janeway."

 

Kathryn rose from the chair and walked to one of the monitors where she picked up a medical tricorder. When she was back again, she held the tricorder up so that he could see the readings on it. He was Starfleet, the tricorder didn't lie.

 

"The stardate, Commander Chakotay. Can you read the stardate?"

 

Kathryn Janeway's heart wanted to break. Chakotay stared so long at the date that she thought he'd lose consciousness again. His eyes, the way his facial muscles had been drawn when she came in, had given him the hard look she remembered from their early days when they were still in the vicinity of the Caretaker's array. Her heart sank when she thought she might not penetrate that hardness again. And now, staring at the date, she knew - and bled for him - that he was turning information in his mind. He knew he was on a Federation vessel, he knew he had been injured in a crash, but the crash had become part of his dream state where he was back on the Liberty. Perhaps that had been why his memory stopped at that point. Chakotay lay motionless as she held the tricorder and when he at last looked at her, she wanted to haul him up from the bed and hug him to pieces. He looked confused, more than he had this afternoon. He also looked so totally lost, like had  never seen him, ever.

 

This was Chakotay, her warrior, her husband who had no problem sharing control with her, who reveled in making love with her, who played with Tara and who told her stories of an Angry Warrior. This man looked suddenly lost.

 

She put the tricorder back and looked at him again.

 

"Tell me," he said hoarsely.

 

"You've lost about six and a half years of your memory, Chakotay..."

 

"What am I doing here, on this vessel, Captain Janeway?"

 

"Chakotay, you are the First Officer of this ship..."

 

"I am Maquis, Captain Janeway."

 

"Chakotay, almost seven years ago, on stardate 48315.6  you used the Liberty to destroy an enemy vessel. You - you have lost half of your crew then and Voyager lost some of her key officers and crewmen. We joined our crews - "

 

"Captain Janeway, where are we?"

 

"We're in the Delta Quadrant, Chakotay..."

 

"The - the Delta Quadrant? But - but that is on the - the other side..."

 

"...of the galaxy. And you are the First Officer of this vessel."

 

Kathryn noticed how Chakotay's speech started to slur. He was tiring himself and she knew that within a minute he'd be sleeping again. Already his eyelids began to droop. He closed his eyes and she thought he had fallen asleep, until he spoke again.

 

"Tell me, Kathryn Janeway, are we friends?"

 

She was quiet so long that when she did answer him, she was certain that he didn't hear her.

 

Yes, Chakotay. We are more than friends. Much, much more than that....

 

****

 

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