Lt. Commander Foster - Dream Come True
Jamie LeBlanc
(( Shuttle Bay -> In transit to Medical ))
Foster: Hey I’m still a medical genius. I can help.
Cade fanned his hands out to his sides, trying to look as supremely confident and capable as possible. He even puffed his chest out.
Rajel: Yep! I'm a doctor too! ::For once it was not something she said to impress Cade. She did remember being one.:: I also I got plenty lifetimes and can help too with ... stuff.
He offered Jalana a thumbs up.
Foster: You are, and you can!
Kincaid: Careful pardner, don’t wanna get too big fer yer britches. We ain’t exactly at our best. And we need ta be if we wanna be able to push back against tha Dominion.
And then for a moment he delafted giving Kincaid a side-eye.
Rajel: What is it with you and the Dominion? Did they pee into your flakes?
Foster: I lived through the Dominion war, too, and you don’t hear me whining about it. ::he sassed before he even had the opportunity to curb his tongue. That was one thing elder Cade had learned the hard way, but younger Cade had struggled with.:: As we said before, the Dominion isn’t here. It’s your memory that’s off.
Kincaid: Right..right. I hope you ain’t just blowin’ wind up our keisters pardner. I can tell ya how ta best take down a Jem’Hadar but fer tha life of me I can’t remember mah daughter’s name. ::For the first time since they took their joyride he looked panicked:: What kind of father can’t remember their own kids name?
Cade opened his mouth to make another snotty remark, but this time he asked himself: What is your kid’s name.
Win, win-win… Wyn. Something like that. Wyn was a nickname.
Wyn was… blue?
No, Aerdan was blue. That was his Assistant. No, his boss. No, his first officer. It all blurred together as if he was in the middle of the world’s worst hangover.
So in the end he kept his mouth shut.
Rajel: It's Ty... something.
He tried to remember Kincaid’s daughter’s name.
Foster: Tymora. Tyrenna. Tylena?
So helpful there, Cade.
Kincaid: Tylana…Tylana…Tylana. ::he murmured:: And mah wife’s name…mah wife? Am I even married?
Rajel: Yes! Orion. You told me about her. But.. I don't remember her name.
He shrugged.
Foster: I was gonna ask if you were married. See, I learned something!
Kincaid: I could use a strong drink right about now.
Foster: I could mix you a drink.
Rajel: I ... don't think I like drinks. Something like a distant memory.. I don't know maybe I'm wrong.
He peered at Jalana and tried to concentrate. No concentrating made it worse.
Foster: You like drinks. You just don’t like alcohol in your drinks. Perhaps we’ll need to steal away to the Saloon and have Kincaid and I mix some drinks to see what you like.
Rajel: Maybe we can.
He grinned, unintentionally enabling thoughts about another bout of mayhem and misbehavior.
Medic: Commodore.
The sound startled them and there was a moment of silence.
Two moments.
Three awkward moments.
Cade leaned down to Jalana and whispered.
Foster: That’s you sweetheart!
There was a Capellan in Medical teal standing outside one of the isolation wards.
Rajel: Oh right, that's me. Thank you.
Hand in hand they walked into the isolation ward. Cade took a moment to look around and found they were surrounded by everyone else who had been in the saloon – everyone else who was now much younger.
Medic: We are getting everyone who was de-aged together into the same location. Once we know how to turn you back it'll be easier to find everyone. Mark is working on a way to turn the tide in the issue of memory loss.
Mark… Mark was the guy who called him on the commline. Who called him “grandfather.”
Ok, what was wrong with his memory? If his kid was blue, how could his grandkid be a bog standard blonde-haired blue-eyed human? This didn’t add up…
Foster: You know, I think either people are lying to me, or my family is really weird.
What Cade didn’t know was that if Shar’Wyn Foster had heard that he would have in turns slapped his father and then moved mountains if not whole planets to fix this problem. Yes, their family was very weird. But it worked in its own weird way.
Kincaid: Response
Rajel: So... we'll wait for now?
Medic: Yes. For now you'll wait. Please get comfortable. ::He gestured to the biobeds::
Rajel: Back to sitting in medical. Can we play a game? Do you know one? It's a bit boring to just wait.
Kincaid: Response
Foster: I’d rather get to work fixing this. I feel like I should be fixing this.
Rajel: How do you think they are trying to fix this memory loss thing? Any idea, genius doctor? ::She looked at Cade as if he would naturally know everything.::
Foster: well, gimmie a moment. ::he leaned over to a workstation and grabbed a tricorder.:: From what everyone is saying there’s not discernable physical damage. It’s just that the connections between the parts of the brains are deteriorating because the brain has de-aged.
Kincaid/Jalana: ?
Foster: Memories can be stored in parts of your brain – but storage is meaningless unless you can access those memories, That’s where the connective pathways come in.
Kincaid/Jalana: ?
He shrugged, enjoying the feeling of being smart.
Foster: What I’m saying is – it’s unlikely that this will erase memories from our brains. Those memories are still there, but the ability to get them out of storage, that’s what’s crumbling.
Kincaid/Jalana: ?
Foster: Well, there’s a whole host of therapies, from therapeutic energy stimulation to telepathic memory recovery. But none of them will do much good if we can’t fix the aging issue.
He said it and then found his voice and tone dropping after he did. It begged the question: did he want to go back to being seventy-something?
He wondered if they could split the difference. Maybe he could go back to being forty something? Maybe he could figure out a way to adjust the reversal and get some of his life back.
Selfishly that sounded like a dream come true.
Kincaid/Jalana: ?
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Tags/tbc
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Lt. Commander Cade Foster
Chief Medical Officer
~Julian Beck
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