A/N: I don't own anything Star Trek, this is just me having fun for fun's sake. Also, I know that SpockXUhura is not a popular TOS paring, but I couldn't help my self, they're my OTP in any universe. If you don't like this pairing, then this fic is probably going to really annoy you :) If you do ship it, then I hope you like my take. Constructive criticism is always welcome! LLAP.

A week had passed since Kirk tricked Nomad into self-destruction. Uhura was now fully ready to return to her work on the bridge. But it was apparent to everyone, the way she moved, walked and spoke, that she was not the same as she'd been before. The captain was worried. It had only taken a few days to reeducate her, but how long would it take to get her back to normal?

Late one evening, shortly after her return to duty, she received a sub-space message and patched it to her private quarters. Everything in the room was foreign now, just pretty things hanging on the wall serving no real purpose. The small screen on the desk filled with the image of a woman who looked a lot like herself.

"Nyota! My God, are you okay? I just got the message it takes a while for stuff to get to us all the way out here. I don't know why they didn't just send it live…"

"Nyota?" she asked simply.

"Nyota, it's me, it's Mwezi. Your Doctor's message said you were being reeducated. Don't you recognize me? Nyota, it's me, your sister."

"I— I don't remember having a sister. I don't remember anything" she said looking down at her hands, clasped together in her lap.

The woman let out a hard breath and then a loud sob averting her eyes, her elegant and slender hand clapped to her mouth. She looked up with a fire and determination that Uhura wished she recognized. "I'll get to you Nyota! I don't know how, but I am going to get to you and we're going to figure this out together! I'll take you to whatever system I have to to get you fixed."

"I—I can't leave my ship, I'm an officer. I have a duty to Starfleet."

"You remember all that and not me?"

"It was part of my reeducation." The woman, Mwezi looked so sad, shaking her head, covering her face with her hands.

"My sister." She said in Swahili. "My Star, I will fix this."

Uhura didn't know what to do after she disconnected with Mwezi. She went to the nurse, Christine. She was kind and patient; she'd retaught her everything she knew. "Christine."

"Oh Uhura!" she chirped brightly. "Is everything okay?"

"What is my first name?"

"I—I don't know. It's not in your records. You're only listed by your preferred name, as N. Uhura."

"And my family?"

"Well, going by the stories you told me before…you were raised by your mom in dad in Zambia. You have an older sister and a younger sister. The older one is in Starfleet, she's your emergency contact. The other lives on earth with her husband and kids. You—you don't remember anything about your personal life?"

"Only Swahili. I think in it." Her eyes darted to the floor and back to the nurse. "It takes me a second to translate all my thoughts into standard. I don't remember anything else. I just talked with my sister live over the comm, Mwezi…we look alike. She cried."

"Oh Uhura."

"I didn't recognize my own first name. She kept calling me Star and I didn't understand why. I don't know why I joined Starfleet. I don't know why my name isn't in my records. I'm not sure why I picked communications instead of…I don't know, medicine." She sat heavily on the nearest chair. "I don't know a thing about myself."

All Christine could think to do was tell Dr. McCoy and all he could think to do was tell Kirk. "Jim, she's got nothing. Just the facts we filled her up with. Scotty's back to normal, but we just may have to let Uhura go, send her to a med facility on one of the Starbases. I just got a call from the sister, Commander Uhura, and she wants to see her, and take her back with her."

"Out of the question, Uhura belongs on Enterprise."

"Jim, she doesn't even know her own name."

"None of us know her name, now she's like the rest of us."

"Listen to yourself!"

"Bones! Uhura might not know herself. But I know her and I know she wouldn't want to leave the ship."

"Wouldn't? You're talking about her in the past tense because the Uhura we knew is gone. We can't do anything else for her here and she can't keep on this way."

"I will not lose my Chief Communications Officer."

"Perhaps you don't have to Captain. I may have absorbed, if you will, some of the Lieutenant's personal memories during my meld with Nomad. He was very powerful and I melded with him not long after he wipe. I may have retained something."

"Why didn't you say anything before, you green blooded hobgoblin. Do something, meld with her and fix it!"

"I said may, Doctor."

"This may be the only chance we have to keep her on the ship. Do what you can, Mr. Spock."

Spock meditated, probed deep into his own mind until he found the impressions left by the probe. It had inundated him with so much imagery and information at once; he hadn't sorted through it all initially, just found what was essential to relate to the captain. Now, he found what it had taken from Uhura, stored as data, translating into a few gigabytes of space.

Her memories were there, her thoughts motivations and secrets—her katra— just lying dormant. It was so human and emotional that his mind must have suppressed it instantly, filed it away in a part of his consciousness he refused to touch. But it was there, and through a meld he could give these things back to her and then choose to forget the information he wasn't supposed to be privy to in the first place.

TBC.