Memories leaving like a paper glass
. . . 2296 . . . July 1st . .
. . . Foresti Planet . . .
The Doctors told John-Luc that his mate didn't have much room in his brain to remember anything further. He could only remember so little. It pained John-Luc to leave Quarty in a place where other elderly stayed when their mental state was degrading. He had lied to the once clear memory man that he was living at a hotel with fantastic room service. It was somewhat the truth. He missed Quarty, at least without this memory alien disease.
Vulcans do not lie.
Humans do lie.
What was on the mind of whoever did this to his mate? The mate who he so happened care for and really cherish not just because he was the only one who knew his secret. He had been gardening, gardening of all things, when he heard a very familiar melody. He had been using a water rope to water a group of tomatoes,strawberries, and some in distinctive fruit. John-Luc looked over to see a couple men who he had only seen thirty-one years ago.
"Captain?" Came the Android,who seemed very surprised.
John-Luc dropped the water rope.
"I am not Captain Picard," John-Luc said. "My name is Lewis Jerkey Pocirld."
Worf turned around then he turned toward Riker.
"We are not on the right planet, sir." Worf said.
"Where are we,Mr Pocirld?" Riker asked.
"Foresti," John-Luc said. "I am sorry,but you are no longer in your time stream." He turned off the water rope then changed his direction toward the three Enterprise members. "I am sorry for lying. My name is John-Luc Picard. The year is currently 2296."
"May I still call you 'captain'?" Data asked.
"Please, call me John-Luc." John-Luc said.
"Our Captain prefers to be called Picard." Riker said.
"I am well aware of that," John-Luc said. "Would you like some lemonade?"
"No, thank you." Worf and Riker said at once.
"I would." Data said.
John-Luc raised a brow.
"But don't Androids not drink?" John-Luc asked.
"I have a stomach and a throat capable of carrying synthesized liquid such as lemonade into a waste bag," Data explained. "I often do not drink lemonade because of how it tastes on my tongue."
John-Luc lowered his voice.
"That is quite logical," John-Luc said, with a fond smile. "Mr Data."
Our scene transfers to thirty minutes later. Data was staring down upon a holopicture. Worf and Riker were out searching for a way back into their timeline. They went to a lab with a gigantic telescope located on a mountain through the bustling rows of trees. Data recognized the older man in the picture with John-Luc as Q. Why was Q so old? Data accessed his memory bank to see if he had met this version of Q prior. There were zero results.
"We have been together for thirty-one years." John-Luc said.
Data turned his head toward John-Luc.
"What happened to him?" Data asked.
"You tell me; when was the last time you saw him." John-Luc said.
"A year ago." Data said. He gasped. "Oh. He was exiled to a different timeline."
"That is the story I have been grateful and both . . . Loath." John-Luc said.
"Why?" Data asked.
"Because my mate is losing his memory," John-Luc said.
"Ah, I see. . ." Data said. "He was turned into a human."
"Did you ever contact Q with a goatee?"
"Randomly pick up a group of fourteen people from where there isn't a planet?"
"You are from the original timeline, Mr Data."
"The timeline with the prime directive."
"How many times has the Enterprise come across a entity calling itself Trelane?"
"We never came across Trelane."
John-Luc picked up a drink then sipped it and next he laughed.
"You are a lucky android, Mr Data." John-Luc said.
Data blinked, tilting his head.
"How so?" Data asked.
"Because your Captain Picard does not have a Vulcan side," John-Luc said, putting down the cup on the table. "Much as my Vulcan half is a gift; it is more of a curse. " He sighed. "I have a overwelming desire to tell the truth and then I feel guilty for not doing that. Guilt is a emotion I have . . . learned to accept over the years."
"On the record, Spock had some difficulties at first lying." Data said.
"I hope so," John-Luc said. "How else would he be Kirk's best friend."
"How old are you?"
"I will be ninety-two on the fourth."
Data glanced toward the photo then back to John-Luc.
"I don't understand," Data said. "If you are Captain Picard's counterpart. . . Why are you in the past?"
"Trelane wanted to make a point that Q cares about, in general, every Jean-Luc Picard/John-Luc Picard out there," John-Luc said. "My existence is rather singular for one purpose. I am different. I am not alike to my other counterparts due to . . . Different factors."
"What about Riker?"
"I never heard of him or met him until three decades ago," John-Luc said.
"So who was your number one?"
"You really want to hear?"
"Yes, I am curious."
"So he had a last name."
"It used to be Brent until he had a terrible accident. He was a rather profound and admirable scientist in his league. His father, a man majoring in replaceable human parts,took it upon himself to save his human son. After the positronic brain operation; his son was seeking more knowledge, well actually obsessed with it so he chose a new name in place of Brent."
"Did you know him as his time as Brent?" Data asked.
John-Luc laughed, sitting back in the chair.
"Why of course not," John-Luc said. "It happened before he was assigned to my ship in 2364."
"What about Geordi?" Data asked.
John-Luc became silent lowering his head toward his hands then lifted his eyes toward Data.
"Trelane killed him," John-Luc said. "My Data would later say it was an accident. Trelane was proving a point on how all powerful he is and how he can bring back people from the dead. He couldn't do it with Geordi. After all, he only brought back Tasha."
"Tasha . . ." Data said.
"I felt grateful . . ." John-Luc added. "But someone prevented him from bringing Geordi back. He never did really elaborate."
Then Data added in a low voice, "It must have been hard on your Data."
"He wasn't my Data at all as I learned a couple years later." John-Luc said.
"What?" Data repeated,surprised.
"The past few years was an android," John-Luc said. "It must have been you."
"I assure you, it wasn't me." Data said, shaking his hand.
"But you look so alike to his disguise." John-Luc said.
"Disguise?" Data repeated.
"He had a hologram up to fool others that he was an android," John-Luc said. "The entire time I was . . . Actually working with a android. It was sure different. I do not know why I never noticed the differences in the reactions of a human and a android."
"Thank you." Data said
John-Luc had a short lived smile.
"Let me describe what Trelane would commonly appear and see if that jogs a memory." John-Luc said. "He has dark black curly hair, chubby at best, white trousers, white shirt, black boots, a cane,and a fancy blue coat."
A look of recognition appeared in his yellow eyes.
"So that is his name." Data said.
"Tell me, what did he do?" John-Luc asked.
"Well, John-Luc," Data said. "It is what he didn't do."
John-Luc appeared to be surprised.