"A Glimpse of the Truth" by Lieutenant Sara Crusher and Lieutenant JG Cyanah Kaelyre The pain from the headache that Sara had suffered all day was nothing compared to the explosive throbbing in her head now. She had no idea what was going on; all she knew was for some reason some kind of strange and overpowering link had been abruptly opened and closed with Heather. How was this even possible? Sara's abilities were no where near that strong; Heather was still on Earth for heaven's sake. Sara sat double over on the bench next to Cyanah in Three-Forward. Her forehead rested on top of her thighs and her breathing was slow and controlled as she waited for whatever this was to pass. The only thing that was making this all bearable was the sensation of Cyanah rubbing small circles on her back. A few minutes after the forced link was opened, it closed again and slowly the overwhelming pain subsided. Sara sat up slowly as she rubbed her temples. "That was weird, not to mention painful," she said softly since the sound of her own voice seemed to hurt. The message was odd and Sara really couldn't understand it; the only thing she was sure of was that it wasn't good. Sara smiled as she felt Cyanah wrap her arms around her and for a moment all the stress and confusion in her life seemed to melt away. "I'm alright, Sweetie." She said trying to ease the concern she knew Cyanah was feeling for her. "Are you sure?" Cyanah's face was full of concern for her love's well-being. "Maybe we should go back to your quarters for a while. You should lie down. That... was Heather, right?" Cyanah had been able to feel the slightest hint of what Sara had gone through over their Imzadi's bond. Sara nodded, "It was. I'm not sure how, but it was." Sara sat still for a few more minutes while she quietly let the room stop spinning and then smiled faintly. "I think lying down is a good idea until this all passes." She stood slowly and could feel Cyanah standing with her. They each smiled at Ms. Morrigan who was still across the room trying to get Samantha out from under a table and then headed for Sara's quarters. The turbo lift ride was almost unbearable as it made her head ache again. Cyanah wrapped an arm around Sara's shoulders as the ride came to an end. They walked out of the lift and through the corridor to Sara's quarters. The door opened and the two walked into the dark room. "Computers, lights at twenty-five percent." Cyanah said quietly so that she wouldn't aggravate Sara's headache. As the lights came on, the aftermath of Sara going though her old trunk was evident. There were old photo albums on the couch, scraps of paper with half written songs and poems on the desk, an old woven Indian blanket tossed in a corner, and all kinds of ribbons and small trophies on the coffee table. Sara could feel the warmth in her cheeks as she looked around. "Sorry about the mess," she said softly as she and Cyanah headed towards the bedroom. "I was looking though some of my old stuff when I got called to sickbay." Sara tired to pick things up as she went but Cyanah took the old books and guitar picks out of her hands. Sara smiled and sat gently on the bed as she watched Cyanah head into the bathroom. "I have a hypo in the cabinet for these kinds of headaches," she said as she looked at the stuff on her floor. The rock, the photo album and her cheerleading uniform from high school. Sara bit her bottom lip and glanced at the bathroom door before quickly snatching the short pelted skirt and tight sweater off the floor. Cyanah looked in the medicine cabinet and found the appropriately labeled hypo, then carried it back into the bedroom. "This the right one?" Cyanah held the hypo up as she asked, and when Sara nodded, she applied the hypo to her neck and it hissed away. "There. I hope that makes you feel better. Now... what is all of this? I've never seen your quarters in such disarray." She sat down on the bed next to Sara and pulled her close. Sara smiled as she finished stuffing the purple and gold outfit under her pillow and then snuggled into Cyanah's hold on her. "I had that," she nodded towards the trunk, "beamed up from my Mother's home in Arizona. I was hoping something in there would help me figure out what it is I'm blocking out and why." Cyanah nodded and smiled as she noticed Sara trying to hide something under her pillow. "What's that?" She pointed at a flash of purple poking out from the side of the pillow. "Nothing!" Sara squeaked as she leaned against the pillow. She looked up at Cyanah with a goofy grin as she tried to push the skirt under the mattress. She didn't want anyone, let alone Cyanah, to know she was a cheerleader. "Awww, c'mon! It's me!" Cyanah grinned and reached behind Sara, fishing for whatever she could find back there. Sara giggled as she wrestled Cyanah for the uniform. "It's nothing. Just something goofy I did as a kid," she said as she tried to grasp Cyanah's hands. Cyanah smiled at her and stopped trying to get hold of the outfit, then leaned in and kissed Sara. Sara was enjoying the kiss and forgot all about hiding the skirt and sweater until Cyanah had them in her hands. "Hey, no fair, you distracted me." Sara giggled as she blushed a bit. "Yeah, and it worked, too! What are these for?" Cyanah asked, holding up the cheerleading clothes. "I was a cheerleader in high school," Sara said before realizing Cyanah might not know what a cheerleader was. "It's kinda like," She paused a moment to figure out the best way to explain what cheerleading was. "Well, it was a group of teenage girls dressed in that while chanting and bopping around at boys' sporting events." Sara smiled a bit and then moved to the end of the bed where she lied on her stomach as she looked though one of her albums. "I think I have a picture." Cyanah watched over Sara's shoulder as she flipped through the photo album, all the while trying to imagine cheerleading. A particular photograph caught her eye as the pages turned, and she put a hand on Sara's shoulder. "Go back, please... another page... there!" She pointed at a picture of Sara, perhaps aged ten, and a woman that looked like a younger version of Captain Morrigan. "The girl is obviously you... but that woman looks like the Captain!" Sara stared at the picture as if she were looking at a ghost. She didn't know what to say or to think as she looked down at the two smiling faces that sat side by side on the staircase in her mother's home. "It can't be," she said without realizing she had said anything. She continued to look down at the picture, at the woman with her long raven hair and familiar grey eyes. "Why would I have a picture of me and the Captain?" "Think about it, Sara... maybe it'll come back to you." Cyanah carefully took the picture out of the album. "Perhaps there are other pictures that will help you remember. Let's look." She set the first picture aside, grabbed another album off the floor, and began searching through it. Sara nodded and continued to look at the first picture as things slowly fell into place, but she still didn't understand them. How did the Captain play into this? Sara was starting to feel as if the world and everyone in it was passing her by and she was still left in the dark. "Sara!" Sara jumped at the sound of Cyanah's voice. "What?" Sara shook off the feeling and looked up at Cyanah who was holding the homemade photo album. Without a word, Cyanah placed the album in Sara's lap and pointed to a picture. Sara looked down and there in front of the stone wall stood two women, a girl and dog. Under the picture were the names Nana Morrigan, Beanie, Flynn and, "Dear god it is her!" Rhi. "So you knew the Captain as a child... is any of this coming back to you?" The faceless voice in the memory flashes suddenly had a face. The Captain's face. Sara looked at the picture a little longer and then up at Cyanah. She started to say something but stopped. Her mind was in a flurried frenzy as it tried to make sense of all of this. "I don't understand. Why would I forget that she was," Sara paused again as things started to settle, memories became clearer and feelings more real. Sara stood up and looked down at Cyanah. "God, Cy, why couldn't I remember that she was a big part of my childhood? I mean, I spent whole summers with her and her mother in Ireland and I lost all of that!" "I doubt that it's totally lost, love... you just need to uncover it." Cyanah thought for a long moment. "Perhaps Ms. Morrigan can assist you in that. There's something about her..." Sara nodded, "I just hope she'll tell me and not give me that 'in time' line again." Sara picked up the photo album and spun around to head for the door and then stopped as she weaved a bit. "Whoa." She quickly put her hand against the wall to balance herself as the room spun. During the excitement of finding those pictures, Cyanah had forgotten all about what brought them here in the first place. "Love?" she asked as she rose from the bed and went to Sara's side. "Are you alright?" "I will be as soon as the room stops moving," Sara said with a light laugh. "Side effect of the hypo. I normally sleep after taking that stuff." "Maybe you should sleep... but something tells me you can't and won't. Perhaps she can come here to spare you the walk." She looked around at the mess in Sara's quarters. "Or we could meet her at my quarters." Sara looked around as she sat back down on the bed and laughed. "Maybe we should ask her to meet us in your quarters once I can walk across the room."