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Drakaina - a seaQuest story

Summary:

Darwin alerts the crew of the seaQuest to something interesting that's been following them around. It's big, curious, and apparently has a taste for human communications officers. AUTHOR NOTE: Right now, this is a stand-alone single chapter fic. If there's interest, I would be more than happy to continue it. I probably will anyway but this is what's there so far.

I am a native English speaker translating several other languages in this fic (most of them real) with the help of Google Translate. If you are fluent in any of these languages, please feel free to advise on usage, grammar, turn of phrase, etc. I'd rather be natural and accurate to native speakers than annoyingly incorrect or overly formal.

"Star. Flower." Darwin squeed into the air again and the vocoder repeated, "Star. Flower."

Lucas Wolenczak sighed and hung his head over the dolphin's tank. "Yes, we know. Star flower, but what does that mean, Darwin? You're not making any sense."

"Star. Flower," repeated Darwin. "Lucas come see. Star. Flower."

"Anything new?" Captain Bridger asked as he came into the moon pool room.

"No, Captain," sighed Lucas. "It's just the same thing, over and over again. Star. Flower."

"Bridger!" announced the dolphin. "Come see!"

"He's making it pretty clear he wants someone to come out with him," Lucas added with a helpless shrug. "Should I get a suit on?"

"Not Lucas," said Darwin. "Bridger. Tim."

"Tim?" Lucas and Bridger exchanged a glance in surprise. This was new. "Why Tim?" asked Bridger.

"Speak," replied Darwin. "Star. Flower. Tim smart."

"And what am I, chopped liver?" asked Lucas indignantly and Darwin slapped the water impatiently.

"Bridger smart. Tim smart. Lucas not hear."

Lucas sighed and looked at the captain. "He is the comms officer. I suppose it would make sense."

Bridger wasn't listening, though and leaned into the tank to rub Darwin's chin. "What are you saying, my friend? How does Lucas not listen? He listens to you all the time." When Darwin didn't answer, he sighed and shook his head. "Better call O'Neill down here and tell him to bring his waders."

**Q**

"O'Neill, there's a call for you."

Lieutenant Tim O'Neill looked up from his cards in frustration. "This sucks."

Tony Piccolo smirked and flicked one of the press-paper chips they were using for tokens at Tim's head. "Run along, little sailor boy. Leave this game to the men."

Tim glared at him. "Don't even start, Piccolo." When he saw Miguel Ortiz hiding a laugh behind his hand, he looked injured. "Et tu, Brute?"

Ortiz shrugged with a grin. "¿Qué digo? El tiene razón."

"Si te molestaras en listar español con tus idiomas fluidos, no me necesitarían tanto," Tim shot back as he folded his cards and set them facedown by his spot. "You're a pain in my ass, Miguel."

"Hey, they didn't call for a Spanish-speaker," laughed Ortiz. "They called for you."

Tim shook his head as he walked to the communicator set beside the door in the rec room. "O'Neill, here."

"Captain wants you down at Darwin's pool," Lucas's voice replied. "And said 'bring your waders?'"

"Just what I needed," Tim sighed. "A deep dunk in five-degree water. Tell him I'll be right there, Lucas." Once Lucas acknowledged, Tim headed for his quarters, trying not to grumble audibly. He briefly tangoed with Dagwood in the corridor, stepping right just as the big Gelf stepped left, then back again. They repeated the step once more before Tim finally flatted himself against the wall. "Go, Dagwood."

"Sorry, Tim," Dagwood said in a low voice and lumbered past to continue his cleaning rounds.

Tim watched his friend stalk past and continued to his quarters, thinking a little clearer than he had been a minute before. It wasn't common for the captain to call him for water-related work unless it was directly related to Darwin or external communications arrays. The former was usually covered by Lucas and the latter fell squarely into Lonnie's domain as chief of engineering. So what could this possibly be about?

"Periménete ton pio sofó apó ólous tous symvoúlous, óra," he sighed to himself, then stopped as he was opening the door to his quarters. Greek philosophy wasn't one of his strong suits, so why was it coming to mind now? "I didn't even like Greek," he muttered and went to find his wetsuit.

**Q**

When Tim got to the moon pool bay, he found Lucas and Bridger both trying to calm down the dolphin, who kept repeating, "Star. Flower. Come see!"

"He won't say anything else," Lucas told him as he approached.

"And it's getting on my nerves," added Bridger from the water. Much to Tim's surprise, the captain was also dressed in a wetsuit with a scuba tank and mask already around his neck. "You ready to go, Lieutenant?"

"Are we going outside, sir?"

"Since Darwin is looking keen to drag me out there without my permission, I should say so." Bridger jerked a thumb toward the prepped tanks and masks. "Hurry up."

"Star! Flower!" shouted Darwin. "Tim! Come see!"

Puzzled, Tim geared up and joined Bridger in the tank. With comms in place and tanks engaged, they followed the agitated dolphin toward the ship's exit. "You have any idea what's going on, Captain?" Tim asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine, Tim," Bridger responded. "It's been a long time since I saw Darwin this excited about anything. And the star flower thing has been going on for hours, according to Lucas." He looked over his shoulder. "Does that mean anything to you?"

"No, sir."

Darwin swam a looping circle around them, then headed away from the seaQuest at a speed that was hard for the flippered humans to keep up with. It didn't take him long to loop back to them, though, keeping track of them and making sure they didn't lose him. "Should have stretched first," Tim panted.

"You didn't?" Tim swallowed an embarrassed answer, but Bridger chuckled. "I'm teasing, O'Neill. I thought he was going to be sticking closer to the boat, too." They followed until they found Darwin hovering and waiting for them. "Now what?"

Darwin squeaked and clicked a few times, then circled around them. He swam forward again and seemed to be watching an empty area of the ocean. Nothing happened for a long, uncomfortable minute and then Darwin slammed himself forward with an air of impatience. Both men recoiled in surprise when the dolphin clearly impacted with an invisible force that bounced him away. He repeated the lead up run, circling the humans and then rushing forward again, but the water in front of him rippled in shades of black and brown before resolving into a monstrous creature.

Easily ten feet long and fifteen feet wide, the creature extended human-like arms to Darwin in a surprisingly familiar stopping motion. It reared back to face Bridger and Tim, hanging upright in the water with a massive, ray-like wingspan slowly moving to maintain its position. It had a dolphin-like tail that descended below the span of its wings and it watched them with large, blue-green eyes set into an almost human face. Its head was strangely elongated, bulbous at the front like a dolphin's and with another more tapered bulge toward the back.

"What am I even looking at?" Bridger asked rhetorically, stunned.

"I think the best answer is 'star flower,' sir." Tim looked toward where Darwin was bobbing excitedly in the water. "I wonder why he wanted us."

"Sir, are you alright?" Commander Ford asked over the intercom.

"Yeah, I think so," Bridger replied. "It doesn't seem to be aggressive. Just... big."

They all watched each other warily for a few more moments before Ford commented, "We couldn't even pick it up on Whiskers until Darwin rushed it."

"How does it scan now?"

"Like any other life form, Captain."

Something brushed past him with a sensation like a hair trapped inside his shirt and Tim shook his head sharply. "What was that?"

"You felt it, too?" Bridger asked quickly and Tim nodded.

The creature moved forward with a careful movement of its wide fins, ducked its head to study them. "Do you think it communicates para-psychically?" Tim wondered. He jumped when the creature turned toward Darwin and let out a clear stream of clicks and whistles. "Or like that. That works."

Darwin circled them again and then nudged the creature at its shoulder, moving them all toward the seaQuest. "I feel like I'm talking to Lassie without the vocoder," Bridger sighed in annoyance. "Darwin, we can't take it aboard. We don't know if it's dangerous or not."

The creature turned to look at Tim and he recoiled in surprise when it moved closer to him. It touched its own bulbous forehead, then gestured slowly toward Tim with the flat of its hand. When he didn't move, it repeated the gesture, first to itself, then toward Tim. "Sir, I think it's trying to communicate."

"Brilliant deduction, Lieutenant," Bridger said dryly.

Tim squirmed, then looked toward the captain. "I have an idea. Permission to make contact, sir?"

"What kind of contact?"

"It seems like it wants to touch me."

Bridger was quiet for a second, then said, "Do what you think you have to, O'Neill. Be careful."

"Yes, sir." Tim steeled himself and sent up a silent prayer before he peddled his feet, moving closer. He held up his hand toward the creature, palm flat the same way it had. The strange face seemed to light up with an expression that would have looked like excitement on a human but he wasn't sure the emotion translated exactly. It did seem to smile, though, close-lipped and without showing teeth. It swam toward him, placed its hand--five fingers, he noted absently, and an opposable thumb--against his.

Immediately, a flood of images and emotions battered his mind. He gasped and started to pull away, but the creature's hand closed slightly, fingers interlacing with his. It--no, she held him there with incredible gentleness, steadying him as he got his bearings in the intense sensation of her sending. After an embarrassingly long time, he opened his eyes and met her gaze, surprised by how much more feminine she looked now that he had that frame of reference.

She sent him an image of a flower, round and smooth-petalled, purple with a yellow center. It seemed familiar and he found the name his mother had attributed to it years ago. "Aster." She nodded and placed her hand on her chest. Something else clicked and Tim blinked in surprise. "Astéri."

"Talk to me, O'Neill," said Bridger behind him.

"It's Greek for star," Tim explained. "It's also a genus of purple flowers that are kind of star-shaped."

"Star flower."

"Yes, sir." Tim looked back. "I think it's her name."

Bridger's eyebrows jumped upward, visible even behind his mask. "Her?"

Tim didn't answer, instead studying the face of the creature in front of him. "Are you why I was thinking in Greek earlier?" he murmured. He was surprised when she inclined her head, an obvious nod. "Why?"

With her hand still intertwined with his, Tim was surprised at the clarity of her thoughts. "Greek is the last language I vocalized to one of your kind. I assumed you would all speak it." She smiled and tilted her head. "I'm glad you do, at least."

Still reeling from the contact, Tim looked back toward the captain. "Sir, she speaks Greek. I think she can pick up any language we speak by scanning our minds, though."

"That would explain why she spoke to Darwin in clicks," Bridger said with a thoughtful nod. "I wonder what's native to her."

"Sonar," Tim replied, "and empathy." The dead silence that answered him made Tim wonder if maybe things were getting a little too weird for words. "Sir, I think we should let her on board. I don't think she'll hurt anyone."

"I'm not sure where we'll put her," Bridger said skeptically. "Have you seen her, Lieutenant? She's huge!"

Aster glared at Bridger, an expression that seemed comically exaggerated on her wide face but Tim could feel the mild amusement and humor flooding from her. "I... think she doesn't have to be," he said. She swung her gaze to focus on him and he felt a projected image of her morphing into a humanoid figure. "I think she can change her shape."

"And turn invisible, I suppose." Bridger threw his hands up and started to swim back for the seaQuest. "Okay, fine. Let's bring her aboard and see what we can learn."

**Q**

It felt strange swimming into the seaQuest as it sounded General Quarters he hadn't announced himself. Tim watched the flashing lights through the water, then glanced back over his shoulder. Aster had vanished the second they passed through the first wet-lock, then reappeared as a human woman wearing a wetsuit almost identical to the ones he and Bridger were wearing. The only major difference he could see was a perfect lack of rank and insignia. There was even a name patch which identified her as "Astéri" in Latin characters. Her face remained bare and it almost looked like she was breathing through gills like Piccolo.

She was very pretty.

Tim turned quickly away from the thought and heaved himself out of the water. Captain Bridger pulled himself up beside him and they both took off their masks. "Definitely the weirdest outing I've had in a while," Tim said. He wiped his face dry and hunted through his wetsuit's pockets for his glasses.

"Tell me about it," agreed Bridger. He paused, then looked seriously at Tim. "You're sure she's a her?"

Tim could feel himself blushing and gestured quickly toward Astéri where she stood in the tank, scratching Darwin under the chin. "She looks female to me, sir."

"If she can change her shape that freely, she could look like anything," the captain pointed out. "Maybe you suggested a gender to her."

Tim shook his head. "No, sir. She started using female pronouns the moment she started speaking in my mind. At the very least, she identifies herself as female."

"My people use neutral genders in most cases." They both looked up in surprise as Astéri waded toward them. "From my understanding of gender in humans, you identify those who bear children internally as female, yes?"

Tim and Bridger exchanged a quick glance, then Bridger said, "Yes, usually. There are some exceptions."

"As is right," she said with a smile. "I have the natural capacity to incubate a child internally. As such, I identify myself in your languages as female. Thilykós in Greek."

"Why Greek?" asked Bridger.

"As I told gios tou Nil, Greek is the last language I vocalized to one of your kind."

Tim chewed his lip to keep from smiling too widely. "Tim," he said. "You can call me Tim."

Astéri stopped and gazed at him for a long, increasingly uncomfortable moment, like she was memorizing his face. "Tim," she repeated. He felt that same tickling feeling against his mind and she added, "O'Neill."

"It means the same thing," he explained. "Son of Neil. Just in Irish."

"You never struck me as Irish."

Tim and Captain Bridger looked over as Commander Ford and a few of the other bridge crew came down the stairs. "Dad's side," Tim said. "I'm Jewish on my mom's side. Double-whammy for guilt-based faith."

"She doesn't look nearly as big as what you were describing, Captain," said Ford. Astéri gave him a dazzling smile.

"Well, she shrunk a little in the wash," replied the captain. He swung his legs back over the edge of the pool and shed his scuba gear. "I'm going to get changed."

"Ah." Bridger stopped to look back at Astéri as she waded to the side of the tank. She looked almost embarrassed as she asked politely, "Permission to come aboard, Captain Bridger." Tim watched her, suspicious that she had lifted the formal phrase directly from his mind. She tilted her head just enough to meet his eyes, then slowly blinked, giving him the impression of an apology.

The captain crossed his arms across his chest. "This is a restricted access government vehicle," he said. "I don't know your reasons for being here, nor your capabilities, Astéri. I hope you can understand my reluctance."

"Perfectly, Captain," she replied. "If you require assurances beyond my solemn word that I will not investigate your boat without supervision or permission and will not read the minds of any member of your crew without both their and your permission, I'm not sure what more I can offer."

"Is it just me or is her English getting better?" murmured Ford.

"You've already read my mind," thought Tim, "and without Captain Bridger's permission, too."

"You are... a special case," her thoughts whispered back and Tim felt his cheeks heating. The phrase didn't seem to translate directly into English or Greek and was colored with half a dozen emotions he couldn't quite identify. She seemed to flush, too then recovered quickly to add, "You asked his permission to make contact with me. I accepted this as consent."

"We may need to discuss the finer points of consent among humans, then."

"Permission granted," Captain Bridger said, "with the stipulation that you honor your word." He turned to Ortiz and added, "Can you get her settled in the guest quarters with some clothes, Ortiz?"

"Yes, sir," he replied.

Tim felt a small pang of jealousy at that, but pushed it away and swung himself down from the ledge of the tank. He wasn't sure why he felt so immediately possessive--other than the fact that she was embarrassingly beautiful with gentle blue-green eyes and a smile that could stop traffic--but he had a feeling that she wouldn't look at him again once she'd spent ten minutes with Miguel.

Ortiz helped Astéri climb out of the tank and step down to the deck, then escorted her toward the corridor. Tim applied himself to removing and stowing his scuba gear, resigned to being the translator and as exciting as a telephone.

Before she stepped out of sight, though, he felt her brush his mind again and whisper, "A very special case." He jerked up in surprise, caught the edge of her smile as she met his eyes and then she was gone.

#seaquest #seaquest dsv #ted raimi #lt timothy o’neill #fanfic #OFC: Astéri #monster-fucking #ted raimi's forearms #I'm going to hell

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seaquestdsv · 3 years

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Being a newly promoted female lieutenant put aboard the seaQuest would include:

(Going from season 2)

* You become fast friends with Lonnie Henderson as she was in your position only a few months earlier.

* You have a bit of a crush on Miguel Ortiz and become flushed around him. He notices this and enjoys flirting with you.

* Lucas has a crush on you (as he does with most of the female crew)

* You are so anxious on your first shift at the helm that you nearly throw up on the bridge.

* Tony Piccolo notices your nervousness and tries to ease you in by telling constant jokes. A friendship flourishes between you both.

* You become a mother hen to Dagwood and enjoy telling him stories about your home.

* By the end of your first week aboard, you find your place in the mess hall with Lonnie, Tony, Lucas and Tim O’Neill, who are becoming your main circle of friends. They openly welcome you to eat with them.

* Wendy Smith puts you on edge as you know she’s telepathic, and one of your greatest fears is people being able to analyse you and know your thoughts/feelings.

* Commander Ford and Captain Bridger are very impressed by your attitude when the boat is under attack. You remain calm and offer words of comfort to other members of the crew.

* You host weekly movie nights in your quarters after a couple of months aboard. Every Friday evening and your quarters are home to your closest friends, all enjoying a come down from the week’s adventures.

* You gain the reputation as the comforter and person who helps others through hard times, even though you have enough of your own anxious thoughts. You still put others before yourself.

#seaquest #seaquest dsv #headcanon #female lieutenant #fem!reader #reader insert #miguel ortiz #Tim o'neill #captain bridger #commander ford #Lucas wolenczak #lonnie henderson #Tony piccolo #dagwood

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typingtess · 3 years

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Tiptoeing through the “War Crimes” guest cast

Tracie Thoms as Marine Lieutenant Colonel Lucilla Catro Was Sasha in As If, Mahandra in Wonderfalls, Kat Miller in Cold Case, Katherine in Harry’s Law, Naomi in He’s with Me, Maya Kennedy in Gone, Susan Cheryl in Love, Fiona in UnREAL, Nancy in The First, Desiree Scoville in Truth Be Told, Karen Wilson in 9-1-1 and Arla Grigoryan in Blindspot.

Guest roles include The Shield, Law & Order, This Can’t Be My Life, Private Practice, Human Target, Suits, The Good Wife, Veep, The Mindy Project, BrainDead, Criminal Minds, Wisdom of Crowds, Grey’s Anatomy, Abby’s, The Good Doctor, The Affair, Mad About You (2019), Curb Your Enthusiasm, Lincoln Rhyme and Station 19.

Juan Riedinger as Navy Chief Petty Officer Thomas Argento Myk Watford as Navy Petty Officer William Moffet Kendall Johnson as Special Warfare Operator First Class Malcolm Kendricks Chris Lamica as Navy Petty Officer Second Class Michael Cole All back from “Code of Conduct” the unofficial official season 11 finale. Watford in his trailer. Johnson in his trailer. Lamica in his trailer with nice words about how safe the set is.

Heather Mazur as Margaux West Played Amy Battaglia in Crash, Isabel Randall in Pretty Little Liars, Darlene Saxton in Awkward, Brenda Brecheen in The Young and the Restless, Angela Miller of Good Trouble, Hannah Richards-Foster in Insecure and Vicky Penisi McConky in Tacoma FD. Was Laura Strike-DePalma in the season 13 “Double Trouble” NCIS episode.

Guest roles include appearances on Hack, Numb3rs, Related, Joey, Big Shots, Journeyman, CSI: NY, Medium, Three Rivers, Law & Order: LA, CSI: Miami, Criminal Minds, The Mentalist, Bones, Switched at Birth, Matador, Modern Family, Glee, House of Lies, Castle, Wicked City, Doubt, Chance, 9-1-1, Grey’s Anatomy, Magnum P.I. (2019) and How to Get Away with Murder.

Tim Lounibos as Navy Captain Anthony Sorrentino Had two different roles in JAG. Was Lt. Commander Gino Campisano in “Ares” in season one and Lt. Peter Yuen for “True Calling” in season five and “Capital Crime” in season seven. Played Det. Paul Atwood in the “She” season 16 episode of NCIS. Was Col. Leahy on The West Wing, Dr. Ron Bryant on Passions and Ed Sung on Bosch.

Had guest appearances in The Bold and The Beautiful, Santa Barbara, Star Trek: The Next Generation, All-American Girl, Beverly Hills 90210, The Nanny, City Guys, Touched by an Angel, The Pretender, Oh Grow Up, Saved by the Bell: New Class, Snoops, Profiler, Becker, Wheels of Justice, Titus, The Practice, MDs, General Hospital, Girl’s Club, Dragnet (2003), Line of Fire, Shark, Crossing Jordan, The Young and the Restless, The Real O’Neals, Doubt, Criminal Minds, AP Bio and Hawaii Five-0.

Hina Khan as Monica Kendricks Along with model work, had roles in Indian movies and television series.

Bill O'Neill as Martin Was Zach in NCIS’s “A Thousand Words” season 16 episode.

Krystal White as Bailiff Appeared in a number of short films.

Mike Tarnofsky as Navy Corrections Petty Officer Had guest roles in Vengeance, Decker, Shooter, SWAT (2018), American Crime Story, Shameless and SEAL Team.

Tom Noga as Retired Navy SEAL Parker Cole Was in episodes of Bring ‘Em Back Alive, Hardcastle and McCormick, Knight Rider (1985), Knots Landing, The A-Team, Alfred Hitchcock Presents (1986), It’s Garry Shandling’s Show, Matlock, The Young Riders, Santa Barbara and Days of Our Lives.

Written by: Jordana Lewis Jaffe wrote or co-wrote wrote or co-wrote “Honor”, “Patriot Acts”, “Dead Body Politic”, “Paper Soldiers”, “Unwritten Rule”, “Big Brother”, “Iron Curtain Rising”, “Exposure”, “Savior Faire”, “Beacon”, “Defectors”, “Exchange Rate”, “Black Market”, “Payback”, “Battle Scars”, “Mountebank”, “Vendetta”, “Where Everybody Knows Your Name”, “Pro Se” “Heist”, “Born to Run”, “Provenance”, “Commitment Issues” and “Knock Out”.

With this having a court drama feel, before becoming a television writer, Jordana Lewis Jaffe was an attorney.

Directed by: Yangzom Brauen directed “Venganza”, “Heist” (written by Jordana Lewis Jaffe), “No More Secret”, “Concours D'Elegance” and “Missing Time”.

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#tiptoeing #NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la

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tuseriesdetv · 6 years

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Noticias de series de la semana: Adiós a OUAT

Noticias cortas

CBS ha encargado un episodio más de Hawaii Five-0, haciendo una octava temporada de veinticinco episodios.

La tercera temporada de Stranger Things tendrá ocho episodios.

Bryan Fuller (American Gods, Hannibal) abandona Amazing Stories por diferencias creativas con Apple.

Renovaciones de series

BBC Three ha renovado The Young Offenders por una segunda temporada

Cancelaciones de series

ABC ha cancelado Once Upon a Time tras su séptima temporada

Freeform ha cancelado Young & Hungry tras su quinta temporada

Incorporaciones y fichajes de series

Úrsula Corberó (La casa de papel, Física o química) será recurrente en la segunda temporada de Snatch como Inés, asesina a sueldo con grandes habilidades al volante.

Michael Emerson (Lost, Person of Interest) será el abad del monasterio en The Name of the Rose.

Felicity Huffman (Desperate Housewives, American Crime) se une como recurrente a la segunda temporada de Get Shorty. Será Clara Dillard, agente especial del FBI.

Mamie Gummer (The Good Wife, Manhattan) será Lucy Purcell, una madre envuelta en un crimen, en la tercera temporada de True Detective.

Scott Speedman (Felicity, Animal Kingdom) participará, de momento, en un episodio de la decimocuarta temporada de Grey's Anatomy. Se desconocen detalles.

Jason Alexander (Seinfeld) será el profesor de teatro de Sheldon en un episodio de Young Sheldon.

Esme Creed-Miles (Dark River, Mister Lonely), Mireille Enos (The Killing, The Catch) y Joel Kinnaman (The Killing, Altered Carbon) protagonizarán Hanna. Serán Hanna, Marissa y Erik.

Eric Johnson (The Knick, Orphan Black) se une a la sexta temporada de Vikings como regular. Será Erik, guerrero y fugitivo.

Virginia Kull (Big Little Lies, Sneaky Pete) se une como recurrente a la segunda temporada de Mr. Mercedes. Será Sadie McDonald, enfermera en neurología.

Cody Fern (American Crime Story: The Assassination of Gianni Versace) se une como regular a la sexta y última temporada de House of Cards. Según fuentes, tras la marcha de Kevin Spacey, interpretará un papel distinto al pensado inicialmente.

Mark Gatiss (Game of Thrones, Sherlock), Steve Pemberton (Inside No. 9, Happy Valley) y Niamh Walsh (Jamestown, Holby City) se unen a Good Omens. Serán Harmony, Glozier y Rose.

Kade Wise y Chet Hanks (Shameless, Maron) serán recurrentes en Empire como dos raperos llamados Preacher Azal y Blake.

Hart Bochner (Die Hard, Rules Don't Apply) será recurrente en Too Old to Die Young como Lieutenant, un hombre espiritual que cree en el misticismo de la vida.

Jaz Sinclair (The Vampire Diaries) será Rosalind Walker, mejor amiga de Sabrina (Kiernan Shipka), en el spin-off de Riverdale.

Tracee Chimo (Difficult People, Orange Is the New Black) y Sofia Doniants serán recurrentes en Genius: Picasso como Gertrude Stein, coleccionista de arte americana; y Olga, la primera esposa de Picasso (Antonio Banderas).

Melissa O'Neil (Dark Matter), Afton Williamson (The Night Of, Banshee) y Eric Winter (Witches of East End, Rosewood) protagonizarán The Rookie junto a Nathan Fillion.

Tim Matheson (Hart of Dixie, The West Wing) será recurrente en la segunda temporada de The Good Fight como un camarero que se hace amigo de Diane (Christine Baranski).

Kyra Zagorsky (Helix, Continuum) será Athena, miembro de la liga de asesinos, en la sexta temporada de Arrow.

Megan Follows (Reign, Anne of Green Gables) será recurrente en la tercera temporada de Wynonna Earp como la madre de Wynonna.

Allison Dunbar (The Sopranos, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend) se une como recurrente a la tercera temporada de StartUp. Será Kelly, amiga y abogada de Wes (Ron Perlman).

Philip Winchester (Peter Stone) se convierte en regular a partir de ahora en Law & Order: SVU.

Pósters de series

Nuevas series

HBO ha encargado ocho episodios de Camping, remake de la británica emitida en Sky Atlantic en 2016, sobre un viaje familiar de fin de semana. Esta versión estará protagonizada por Jennifer Garner (Alias, Juno) y producida por Lena Dunham (Girls).

Netflix ha encargado dos temporadas de The Politician, comedia musical de Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan y Brad Falchuk sobre las aspiraciones políticas de un adinerado joven de Santa Barbara (Ben Platt; Dear Evan Hansen, Pitch Perfect). Barbra Streisand y Gwyneth Paltrow están en conversaciones para protagonizar y producir la serie. Streisand dirigiría varios episodios.

Luz verde directa en Facebook a diez episodios de una dramedia sobre una viuda que reconecta con amigos del pasado. Protagonizada y producida por Elizabeth Olsen (Avengers), creada por Kit Steinkellner (Z: The Beginning of Everything), escrita por Lizzy Weiss (Switched at Birth) y dirigida por James Ponsoldt (Master of None), estuvo en desarrollo en Showtime bajo el título Widow.

Apple desarrolla Little America, antología escrita por Lee Eisenberg (Hello Ladies, The Office) y Emily V. Gordon y Kumail Nanjiani (The Big Sick) que adaptará las historias reales de inmigrantes de Estados Unidos contadas en Epic Magazine.

Amazon desarrolla la adaptación de las novelas de Robert E. Howard Conan the Barbarian. Trabajan en ella Miguel Sapochnik (Game of Thrones), Warren Littlefield (The Handmaid's Tale, Fargo) y Ryan Condal (Colony).

Amazon prepara el western Outrider, event series protagonizada y producida por Arnold Schwarzenegger sobre un marshal y un comisario que deben arrestar a un forajido por orden de un juez a finales del siglo XIX en territorio indio en Oklahoma. Escrita por Trey Callaway (APB, The Messengers) y Mark Montgomery.

Fechas de series

La segunda temporada de Damned se estrena en Channel 4 el 14 de febrero

Troy: Fall of a City llega a BBC One el 17 de febrero

Hold the Sunset llega a BBC One el 18 de febrero

La segunda temporada de Marcella llega a ITV el 19 de febrero

Save Me se estrena en Sky Atlantic el 28 de febrero

La segunda temporada de Legion se estrena en FX el 3 de abril

La segunda temporada de Imposters llega a Bravo el 5 de abril

La segunda temporada de Westworld llega a HBO el 22 de abril

Tráilers de series

Crossover How to Get Away with Murder y Scandal

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Crossover Scandal y How to Get Away with Murder

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Crossover Grey's Anatomy y Station 19

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For The People

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Westworld - Temporada 2

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The Good Fight - Temporada 2

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Vida

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Collateral

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Jessica Jones - Temporada 2

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Everything Sucks!

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The Royals - Temporada 4

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cinnamon-mey · 7 months

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It's Timmy time!

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fizzyxcustard · 4 years

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The Right Thing

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Fandom: seaQuest 2032

Pairings: Lucas Wolenczak x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, insecurity, age difference (but legal), language (mild)

Word count: 6505 (a longer one)

Summary: You are a Lieutenant aboard the seaQuest DSV vessel, under Captain Oliver Hudson. You have been aboard for two years and in that time have grown very close to Lucas Wolenczak. But not only are you of higher rank, you are ten years his senior (he’s 20). As your feelings deepen and Lucas opens up to you about how he feels, your anxiety rises. Will everyone be judgemental of you for loving a younger man? Others aboard the boat, and shore leave, help you to see how right you and Lucas are for each other.

Comments: If you have any questions regarding this fic and the fandom, by all means message me. I’d love to hear your thoughts and feedback. I will probably try and make graphics for my fics in future if people are interested in reading more of this as I have a full length fic in the works and a prequel one-shot as well. If you would like to be added to my tag list for anything seaQuest related, please leave me a message or comment. The above image shows Captain Oliver Hudson (left) and Ensign Lucas Wolenczak (right) from the show.

Never before had you felt this awkward, torn and utterly disgusted with yourself. Whenever you sat beside Lucas on the bridge, you could feel his stare now and again as he turned his mesmerising blue eyes from the helm monitor. True, you had always had a very deep friendship with Lucas, who was now an Ensign and seemed to be on duty with you more than any other officer, but the tension was becoming too much. He was two months past twenty and you were the wrong side of thirty. However, most people assumed you to be younger than Lonnie, at twenty-one, but no, the years were against you. In fact, you were the same age as Tim O’Neill.

That day was rather uneventful. Your shift passed by without incident. You laughed with Lucas, Jim Brody and Lonnie in the mess hall. But again, you could sense Lucas’ eyes on you.

Captain Hudson was at a UEO summit meeting, leaving Commander Ford in charge. It was always more laid back and chilled when Jonathan Ford took the helm. No complaints, no shouting, no frustration. Ford had been on seaQuest now since her first tour, along with Lucas and Tim. The rest of the crew, including you, came later. All of you missed Captain Bridger, who had been more than just a Captain, but a friend and a fatherly figure.

“Have you got any plans for shore leave?” Lucas asked you suddenly.

You swallowed hard and turned to face him, pulling your headset from off your head. “Not at the moment, no,” you replied. “You?”

This was all your conversations had become now. Idle chit chat. Whereas when Captain Bridger was still your skipper, you and Lucas would spend time together, laughing at stupid movies, listening to music, taunting Tony Piccolo and simply basking in the things of youth.

Lucas knew there was something very wrong between you both; he could sense it. He didn’t have to be like Wendy Smith, psychic; he could see the cold shoulder that you gave him often. He watched you concentrate on your monitor, staring through the glasses that you always wore when on any computer or when writing. The atmosphere had changed aboard the boat when Captain Bridger left, but surely that wasn’t enough to make you grow cold.

When it was time for shift change, you walked off the bridge with Lucas. Both of you strolled slowly, side by side. “Hey, ummm,” Lucas began, stopping in the corridor. “Can we talk?”

“What about?” you asked.

Lucas sighed at the cold, abrupt edge to your tone. “Us….”

“What do you mean us?”

“No…no. It sounded weird, I know. I’m sorry,” Lucas said, silently grilling himself for sounding stupid. “Things just seem weird. We don’t spend time together like we used to, and I guess I…”

“We’ll talk later. In private,” you told him. Officers were speeding past you, starting and ending the shift rotation. It was too open for such a chat. There was a lot that needed to be said. “I’ll come to your quarters about seven. How’s that?”

“Perfect,” Lucas replied with a smile.

As you parted ways, you felt breath catch in your throat. Your hands shook and tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. You felt something for Lucas and you despised yourself, at just over ten years his senior. You were ashamed of it.

It wasn’t until you ventured from your quarters and down the corridors to Lucas’ shared quarters that you realised just how deep his feelings for you ran. You could distinctly hear his voice as you stopped outside the door, which was slightly ajar. The other person, you assumed, was Tony Piccolo.

“You need to tell her, Lucas,” the second voice came. Sure enough, it was Tony.

You waited outside the door, listening.

“I can’t stop thinking about her, Tony.”

“You’ve said that before with girls.”

“This is different. I barely knew Juliana and Sandra. I’ve spent months with her, and when I am with her, it’s like she’s my age. And she cares. I mean truly cares. Probably because she’s just as alone as I am. But lately she’s grown cold towards me. She won’t speak to me sometimes for almost an entire day. There’s no laughing anymore.”

“It’s pretty hard to laugh around here with Hudson in charge,” Tony replied.

You straightened your back and swallowed hard, bracing yourself and tapped on the door.

A few seconds later and Tony appeared. “I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t mind me,” he said, grinning at you. “Go easy on him.” Tony winked at you. All you could do was grimace and then descend the steps down into the main sleeping area which Lucas and Tony shared.

Lucas looked at you, dressed in jeans, Converse and blouse. How could you be the age you were? You looked twenty-two at most. Everything about you enthralled him; your small and discreet tattoos scattered about your body, your quirky sense of humour, the way you cared for everyone and put them before yourself, the odd looking ornaments you kept on your desk and your taste in rock music. Jim Brody had teased many times how your attitude would be suited with Tony Piccolo. But you needed people who were steady and mature.

Things were silent for a short while as you both stood a couple of feet apart, your hands shoved in pockets. Then you broke the silence and looked at Lucas. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. It’s just…Maybe I’m being arrogant, I don’t know. But I sense that you like me…”

“And does that bother you?” Lucas asked, his hands growing more and more sweaty.

“I’m a lot older than you, Lucas,” you reminded him. “You’ve only just become an adult, and I know you forget my age when we spend time together. I’m still young in my appearance and ways. Maybe I haven’t grown up myself yet.”

“I think you’re amazing,” Lucas said softly. “Why does age have to be an issue? We’re good together; I know that you know that.”

His words made something pour in your stomach and you closed your eyes, trying to shake the feelings away. “Lucas, no. Stop it, please,” you whispered.

“You have feelings for me, too. I know you do. I can see it,” he said, approaching you.

You felt his arm wind around your waist, edging you closer towards him.

“Stop it!” you cried out, pushing him away. “No means no!”

You left his quarters only moments later, leaving Lucas behind to slam his hands down onto his desk. Leaving seaQuest was the only way this would end. Lucas would move on and meet a girl his own age. And you would transfer to another boat, hopefully to ace your officer exams and get promoted to Lieutenant Commander.

That evening was long as you drowned in your own thoughts. How could Lucas be what you needed? Would he be prepared to look towards marriage and children within the next two to five years? You would be rushing him, forcing him to put aside all the years of adventure and experience to build a family. Because that was what you wanted. If you met the right man, then you would gladly take time away from your career. And Lucas seemed to think that man was him.

Around nine, a knock came to your door. Your heart leapt and you gasped, expecting it to be Lucas. But it was Tony. You knew why he was here; it didn’t take a lot for anyone to put two and two together to see the reason for his visit.

You let Tony in and sat back down in your seat. “I know why you’ve come to see me, Tony. Lucas doesn’t see the shame I feel every time I look at him.”

“I wanted to see how you’re doing, too. I know Lucas isn’t always the easiest person to say no to. In that way, he’s still a kid.”

You sighed. “We’re both still kids in a lot of ways. I’m going to put in a request for transfer. It’s the only way to solve this.”

“But you can’t,” Tony exclaimed. “Everyone loves you, you know that. It wouldn’t be the same without you. You bring a bit of life to this place.”

Tony’s words brought a smile to your face. “Thanks. This place feels more like a family than I’ve ever had anywhere else outside of my actual family.”

“Look, if you two really do like each other then nothing should stop you. Some people might think the age gap is weird, but who cares? You’re both single adults.”

You sighed again and reached for your mug of coffee which had started growing cold. “I want to think about marriage and settling down. Does Lucas want that? It’s something that needs to be thought about. I can’t be responsible for slowing him down. He’s still young.”

“And so are you. Man, you’re talkin’ as though you’re fifty. Come on!” Tony said.

You barely slept that night, constantly tossing and turning, thinking of Lucas, whom you doubted was asleep either. The air was warm and stale, and your heart raced, reminding you of the anxiety which you kept hidden. Being a Lieutenant in the Navy meant that you had been aboard vessels under attack, had nearly drowned and been shot in the leg. But it was your indecision and shame that caused you to panic uncontrollably.

Tears poured down your cheeks as you flung your legs out from the covers. You flicked on the table lamp and staggered sleepily to your chair. Writing always calmed you. In a world of discipline, uncertainty and instability, you felt so alone. Friendships were strong between you and the main crew, but you had become the glue holding them together. You listened often to Lonnie deny her budding feelings for Jonathan Ford; Tony Piccolo opened his heart to you about his unconventional family; Lucas relied on you for stability and companionship. Now was the time that you needed someone.

After finishing your journal entry, you ventured out into the corridors, finding the gentle hum of seaQuest to be soothing. In the mess hall, you poured yourself a mug of coffee from the vending machine and took a seat in the back corner of the room.

“I thought I was the only one who had insomnia,” a voice came.

“What? Oh, sorry,” you apologised, raising your head out of your hands to see Jim Brody.

“You okay?” Brody asked, approaching you. He was dressed in his uniform, obviously in the middle of night shift.

“I’ll survive,” you chuckled wryly.

“You don’t sound very convincing, you know?”

There was a sincerity in Brody’s eyes that you had always been drawn to. He never minced his words or failed in keeping his promises.

You sighed deeply and looked at your untouched coffee. “How do you handle it when you like someone but have your reservations?”

“What kind of reservations?”

“If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell another soul? I’m so ashamed.”

Brody began to look puzzled and slightly nervous. “Umm, okay.”

“Lucas admitted that he has feelings for me, and I know I feel something for him. But the age gap terrifies me, Jim. And you know how sulky he can be when you say no to him.”

Brody smiled and then sighed. “I know you two have always been close, but maybe if you’re feeling uncomfortable, it’s something you need to deal with yourself. You’re both adults and it’s down to you both. Don’t try and seek everyone else’s approval.”

“That’s what makes me ashamed: everyone else’s judgement.”

The shame and embarrassment of your admission made you look away and run your shaking hands through your short hair. It made you think back to the day you had your long locks cut off, which was the day before your first tour on seaQuest. It was an almost boyish cut, but there was no mistaking your femininity.”

“It’ll work out, I’m sure. Thanks for listening, Jim,” you said, forcing a smile.

You remained in the mess hall for a short while longer, sipping your coffee. The tall, broad figure of Dagwood drifted past the door as he cleaned. He never noticed you, but you watched him for a couple of seconds; his attention to his duty was unbroken and unwavering.

Sleep finally took you away a couple of hours later. In the dark of your quarters, you began counting. Gradually your heart rate slowed.

Suddenly your alarm was blaring! Pain rested behind your eyes and in your temples. No doubt it would remain with you for the rest of the day.

After a shower, you got dressed into your uniform and headed for the mess hall for breakfast. The bright overhead lights assaulted your eyes, making you wince.

Lucas, Tony and Lonnie were all sat together to the left hand side of the room. You suddenly felt sick, insanely sick. Tony looked at you, his eyes widening. Thankfully Lucas had his back to you. It was impossible for you to avoid him now; once you were up for duty, you couldn’t go back to quarters until the next shift rotation. On an almost mile-long submarine, and you couldn’t hide.

You grabbed fruit and a mug of herbal tea. With a huge sigh, you approached the table where your friends were, a spare seat having been left between Tony and Lucas.

Lucas swallowed hard and shifted in his seat as your perfume wafted up his nose, mixed with the smell of your sweet-scented hand cream.

“Morning,” you said softly. Your eyes met Lucas’ and you could see the sadness swimming in them.

“You look awful,” Lonnie said. “Are you okay?”

“I didn’t sleep much last night,” you said, forcing another smile. “And it’s caught up with me this morning.”

By now and you could feel your pulse racing, thumping in your head and chest. Your hands were shaking, and you knew the day wouldn’t get any easier. Tony kept watching you as the atmosphere remained tense. Lonnie left a few minutes later, uncomfortable by the silence.

Lucas was looking down most of the time and once Tony had also left, he spoke, but didn’t look at you. “Are you okay?”

“Not really,” you admitted, swallowing hard.

Lucas heard the quiver in your voice and finally looked at you. “I’m sorry,” he said simply.

Almost on instinct, you placed your hand on his. “We’ll be okay. Whatever happens, we’ll be okay. Shore leave in two days. We can talk more then.”

That morning seemed to ease some of the tension between Lucas and you. On the bridge, you began to ease back into your laughter. You temporarily forgot your fatigue and the events of the evening previous. Until Lucas held your gaze for a few seconds longer than usual. Normally you looked away, trying to avert his attention elsewhere, but this time you maintained eye contact and smiled.

Tony smirked to himself, recognising that look anywhere.

The next two days passed without incident. You felt more at ease now and found yourself making jokes out of mundane things. As it always had, it entertained Tony greatly. The two of you played off each other in the mess hall. A lot of your jokes were at Captain Hudson’s expense. To most people, you outwardly seemed more suited to Tony Piccolo, but those closest to you knew better. The bond you shared with Lucas was unlike any other relationship on the boat. Even though you paled into insignificance when it came to Lucas’ IQ, you could both normally tell what the other was thinking with just one smile.

On the evening before shore leave officially started, Lucas remained in his quarters after shift rotation. There was still a deep pain when he saw you. When you turned your head and smiled, your eyes shining bright, he knew that he would love no other smile. Your attention to detail was unparalleled; that was obvious from the drawings of yours which littered your bedside wall. Your mind didn’t store facts, theories and calculations like Lucas’; it was curious, deep, questioning. You observed deeply. Your genius was in colours, shape, emotion, behaviour. Not cold fact like Lucas.

The Navy had taught you to be disciplined, orderly. No more piles of clothes left at the end of your bed or un-pressed clothing that hoped no one would notice. Why had you even enlisted? Was it your wanderlust? Perhaps. Or maybe it was a way to get away from the ordinary world and embrace your difference.

A sudden knock came to your door, a metallic tap.

“Come in,” you called, placing your copy of The Lord of the Ringsback on your shelf.

Lucas entered, not quite sure why he was even visiting.

“Sorry. I was tidying. You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I think so,” he replied.

“You think so?”

Lucas sat down on the edge of your bed and looked up at you as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Please don’t do that. You remind me of my mom,” he chuckled.

Somehow, that comment didn’t amuse you quite as much as it did Lucas. It hit a rather raw nerve that you had hoped you had figured out how to manage.

Lucas got up from his spot and stood before you, being slightly taller. “What?” he asked. You turned your head, shame surging through you again. But just then, the gentlest touch came to your cheek. Lucas’ large blue eyes were full of concern and adoration for you. His hand cupped your face and seconds later, you felt his lips against yours. Soft, unsure, but above all, kind. The kiss of a young man, some ten years your junior, was enough to remind you that there was still kindness in the world, especially amongst the male of the species.

Realisation hit you hard in the stomach and you turned from the kiss. You heard Lucas sigh and stepped back. “Have you thought about this properly? We’re at different stages in our lives. You’re just starting out in your adult years to find out what you’d like…”

Lucas cut you off. “You talk as though I have no idea what I want.”

You looked at him sadly, seeing the frustration in his face. “What experience have you had? Do you know if you want to get married? Have children? These are probably things you haven’t even considered yet. I’ve been forced to push it aside because I’m too different.”

Lucas remained quiet, not quite sure what to say.

“Please think on this more,” you said.

“I have,” he said in desperation, his hands cupping your face again. “I want to be with you, and whatever you want, you can have it.” His voice became a whisper and you kissed again.

You woke a few hours later at just after one in the morning. There was a solid warmth against your back and an arm draped over you. The two of you had fallen asleep after an evening of chatter and cuddles under the blanket.

In all the time that you had known Lucas, which was two years, you had never seen him smile so much as he had done that evening. True, since enlisting in the Navy, Lucas had had to grow up somewhat and that change in him had been amazing, going from a boy to a man. A seriousness had settled in him, overriding the boyishness.

You slid out of bed and positioned the blanket back over Lucas. He rolled over and mumbled in his sleep. Something about this still felt wrong. It made you concerned that everyone would see it as predatory. Everything that felt wrong was pushing you to begin writing up that transfer request. Crew from the infamous seaQuest were always welcomed aboard other UEO vessels. The sub still remained the pinnacle of the fleet, highly sought after by new officers for their first tour. A reserve list with thousands of names on had been written up, and if you left, then you’d open a door to someone more deserving of their placement. Allowing Lucas to get close to you had been an abuse of your authority.

“You’re making a habit of this, ain’t you?” Brody laughed, finding you in the mess hall again at an ungodly hour for the second time that week.

“Maybe I am,” you chuckled. “My sleep routine is shot to shit.”

“Did you get things sorted with Lucas?”

“I don’t know,” you groaned. “It still feels wrong. I’m seriously considering putting in a transfer. But I know that Hudson will only take a valid reason before signing off my request.”

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” Brody leaned closer to you across the table.

“I can’t stay, Jim. Things are getting too deep between me and Lucas, and I know that he’s always going to expect something that I can’t give him.”

“I can’t force you to go against what you think is right, but you know we’d all miss you. None of us would want to see you go.”

“I know that, and I thank you so much. You’ve all supported me and I absolutely love working on this boat.”

“Yeah, it is a great place.”

Suddenly, you stopped rigid, eyes wide as Lucas wondered into the room. Brody turned after seeing your expression, and then wished you both a goodnight.

“You okay?” Lucas asked, replacing Brody in the seat opposite you.

“Got a lot on my mind,” you told him.

Lucas reached out and curled his hand around yours. “What’s up? Talk to me.”

Tears filled your eyes and fell down your cheeks. “I can’t do this…I’m sorry…”

“What have I done?” he whispered.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” you sobbed. Your gripped his hand tighter until he came and sat at your side. “You need someone your own age. I’m taking advantage of you with my authority and rank.”

“How are you taking advantage of me?”

“I’m ten years older than you and I’m a Lieutenant.”

“And why should that matter?”

“I…” words were lost.

“We’re both legal age and consenting adults. So does it really matter?” You remained quiet. Then you heard the gentle whisper of your name. “Does it really matter?” he asked again.

“I was considering putting in a transfer,” you said, the words tumbling from your mouth like an avalanche.

“No….no,” Lucas begged, drawing his hand up your face. “Don’t leave me.”

You couldn’t help but kiss his hand and lean into his touch.

“Captain Bridger left. I don’t know if I could handle you leaving, too.” Lucas’ eyes were wide and full to the brim of tears. Everyone in Lucas’ life had left him or cared little, never putting him as their priority.

And you knew then that no matter the outcome of your relationship status, you couldn’t leave. Lucas needed an open ear, heart and mind to express himself to. He’d found that in you.

As everyone prepared their belongings in order to enjoy three days of shore leave, you sat in your quarters with music playing away on your com-link. There was a positive buzz outside your door and foot traffic was loud. It was always the same whenever shore leave was approaching.

A knock came to your door.

Tony appeared. “Mornin’!” he chirped happily. “All ready to go?”

“Yes, I think so,” you replied.

“Lucas told me about your conversation over the transfer. I’m glad you told him you’d thought about it. Are you still considering it?”

You sighed and looked towards Tony. “No, I’ve decided not to leave. Whatever happens, I know my place is here. Lucas has had enough people walk out on him. He needs at least one person to stay.”

“Make sure you’re stayin’ for the right reasons.”

“I thought you wanted me to stay,” you replied with a smile.

“I do. We all do. But you’ve got to want to stay for yourself.”

“Everyone here feels like the friends I never had and the family I lost touch with. Of course I don’t want to leave.”

As everyone began gathering in the corridors to head to the docking bays, you stood between Lucas and Brody, dressed in your shore uniform. As usual, Tony was telling jokes to keep everyone amused.

“Do you ever pause for breath?” you asked, laughing.

“Only when I’m sleepin’, and even then I still talk,” Tony countered.

“He’s right there,” Lucas mumbled.

Shore leave began with all of you checking into a local hotel in downtown just from the seaQuest berth. As usual, the UEO paid for all expenses incurred on shore leave.

Lucas looked on a little suspiciously when you announced that you were next door to Brody and Lonnie, but he was on the floor below. He merely smiled at you, swept a glance to Brody and Lonnie, then disappeared to his own room.

In your room, you placed your bag down on the bed and began inspecting the cleanliness of the place.

You made sure you had a bath before doing anything else. The heat relaxed you and the sweet scent of lavender and jasmine wrapped around you. For a short while and you forgot all the trials in life, all the things that kept you up at night and made you over think. Suddenly, your phone began to chime. With a groan of irritation, you lifted yourself out of the tub, wound a thick towel around yourself and picked up the ringing nuisance from your bed.

“Are you alright? You took a while to answer,” Lucas’ questioning voice came.

“I’m fine. I was taking a bath.”

“Oh, okay. Do you mind if I come and see you?”

“Give me ten minutes to get dressed. I’m in room 712.”

“Okay. Bye.”

He seemed put out somehow. You sensed disappointment in his voice. Did he think you were avoiding him purely because you took time to answer his call? There was definitely a lot that needed to be ironed out between you both.

Lucas came to your room shortly afterwards, holding two paper cups of coffee, probably from the vending machine on his floor.

You thanked him for the coffee and then sat opposite him on your bed. You pulled your leg under yourself and watched him lower his head in that way he always did when he was unsure. “If this is how things are going to be between us now, then I wish they would just go back to how they were,” he said. His voice as pained by the realisation of all the tension he’d placed on your once deep friendship. For a young man who was so intelligent, far beyond that of most people, he held a lot of insecurity and uncertainty. He wore his heart on his sleeve and had never been able to hide his true emotions. There was an honesty and innocence that drew you in. A purity of heart. But also a sadness. If everyone else had abandoned him, how could you be so selfish and do the same thing?

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

Lucas was staring blankly into his coffee. “This. All of it.” He then looked up at you. “The last few days have been hell. I haven’t known what to say or do. And even if you don’t feel anything for me, can we just go back to the way things were?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’ve driven a gap between us out of my own fear. Maybe I felt that backing away would help. Being around each other constantly only makes the feelings deepen. I’ve missed you and I do have feelings for you. A lot of them. I was scared of everyone judging me because I’m older and abusing my authority. I have to be careful, Lucas. Especially now that Captain Bridger is gone. He didn’t push Naval code like Hudson does.”

“I know that,” Lucas said, edging in a little closer towards you. That beautiful scent. It made his deeper instinct ride; butterflies were flapping with ferocity in his gut. “You worry too much about what other people think of you.”

“We’re not civilians, Lucas,” you reminded him.

“What would you have done with your life if you never enlisted?”

You took a sip of your coffee and smiled. “As a kid, I always wanted to be a vet, so I’d have worked with animals more than likely.”

“What made you enlist? You’ve never had that typical Navy way about you.”

“I finished university with a useless degree in English and I saw advertisements at a job fayre. I wanted something new and interesting. I almost failed my initial medical though.”

“Why?”

“I was taking medication for panic attacks. I stopped taking it a week before my examination and never declared it. Who wants a Naval officer who’s always anxious?”

“I don’t believe that at all. You’re probably the most chilled of anyone when we have an emergency.”

You chuckled. “I’ve learned to control it. And I find when I’m leading others, I’m more at ease. I can be calm for other people but not myself.”

That evening, a large group of you decided to head for a sit down meal at a local restaurant. Piano music was playing overhead and the lighting was dimmed, adding to a relaxing atmosphere. The waiter, a hook-nosed Italian man in overly tightly trousers, guided you over to a large, round table in the back corner.

You nudged Brody and pointed to the waiter. “It’s a wonder he doesn’t pop a nut.”

Lonnie and Tony immediately smiled, enjoying the fact that your usual self was coming back to the surface.

The whole meal was laid back, fun and light-hearted. You couldn’t help but notice the subtle glances that were exchanged between Lonnie and Jonathan Ford. Tim O’Neill seemed a little irritated by it, rolling his eyes a couple of times. When you saw Tim be so quiet, it reminded you of Miguel Ortiz, whom you had had a slight crush on when you first came aboard seaQuest. He and Tim had been good friends, and since Miguel’s passing in combat, Tim seemed a little lost at times.

By the time that the meal was over, most of the group had disappeared into the bar. There was only you, Lonnie and Jonathan Ford left at the table, which made you feel like a spare part. You excused yourself and walked out the front door of the restaurant. Chatter and laughter filled the air outside on the veranda. Dozens of people were drinking, eating and enjoying the night time air.

You began to walk, crossing the street and heading onto the empty beach. The chill in the air, the bright, full moon and the sound of crashing waves soothed you. In a hectic world where you were constantly fighting for control, you were now centred. Everything was simple. No worry. No orders. Just the stars, sand and sea.

Lucas looked for you, only to spot you standing on the beach. He could tell you from across the street. Proud shoulders, hands in pockets, bright coloured blouse, bandana in hair. That could only be you.

“You okay?” he asked.

You turned and smiled, then stepped back towards him. You curled your arm through his and put your head on his shoulder. The two of you remained quiet for a few minutes, enjoying each other’s company. To Lucas’ surprise, you took his hand and held it tight.

Tony and Brody looked on from the front of the restaurant.

“If the age gap is their only concern then they’ve got more going for them than most couples,” Brody said.

“He’s definitely lucky to have her.”

By the time you made it back to the bar in the restaurant, you and Lucas were hand in hand. Tony grinned at you both and then cheered, drawing attention from the rest of the crew who were all sat in a booth together.

Laughter ensued almost immediately as all the men, apart from Lucas, began competing in a drinking game.

“One, two, three,” Tony counted, banging his free hand on the table top. All of the participants of the game tossed shots down their throats, then proceeded to continue on with a further two, downing them as quickly as possibly without vomiting. Tim O’Neill gagged, almost propelling his meal from his gut. Jim Brody fell into a coughing fit. Jonathan Ford blinked hard, pushing vodka-induced tears away. Tony merely laughed, playing a drum beat on the table.

You could sense Lucas’ eyes on you as you sat beside each other. His arm was stretched across the back of the seat behind you. His nerves were finally beginning to settle a little, reminding himself again and again that it was still you. You were the same person he had known now for almost two years and had had a bad crush on the whole time. There were so many times that he had imagined how you would feel under his fingertips, the way your lips would taste against his, the sound of your hitched breath as you kissed with passion. And you did not disappoint. All of his fantasies had fallen short of the beauty of reality.

Around midnight and the men of the group were considerably less sober than when they’d arrived for dinner just over four hours earlier. Tony was now daring Brody to go swimming in the sea naked, which the Lieutenant was actually considering to do. Ford and O’Neill were arm wrestling, leaving you to chat with Lucas and Lonnie. A bottle of expensive red wine was on the table. Lonnie sipped from her glass now and again, encouraging you to have a drink, but you never drank alcohol as it only made your anxiety worse.

“I’m going to retire to bed, I think,” you announced.

“I’ll walk you back,” Lucas proposed.

Together, you and Lucas began your short walk back to the hotel. You strolled along comfortably hand in hand. People walked past you, glancing at you for only a brief second before continuing on. No one stared like you thought they would. They were all unawares of the age gap between you both that you always thought was noticeable.

You woke the next morning to bright sunlight shining through the open curtains. Lucas was lying with his back to you. You slipped out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

Lucas heard the toilet flush and looked up at the ceiling, smiling. Would you regret the night previously? He hoped so much that you wouldn’t.

“Good morning,” you said with a smile, exiting the bathroom in your pyjamas.

“Morning,” Lucas replied, groggy with sleep and happiness.

You slipped back into bed and rolled over to him, kissing his lips. He seemed to gain more confidence the more that you kissed. The tension was seeping out of your actions the more that you acted on your feelings. Fear was losing its grip on you.

Both of you remained in bed for a short while, until you announced that you were getting dressed to head downstairs for breakfast.

“I’m tired,” Lucas groaned.

“Get up, Ensign. That’s an order,” you chuckled.

“Now who’s abusing their authority, Lieutenant?”

“Well if you’re expecting any kind of repeat of last night then you’re going to have to be well-behaved now, aren’t you?”

“You never seemed the type to subject me to blackmail.”

“I’m going to head down,” you said, putting the conversation back on a serious note. “Do you want me to bring you anything back up?”

Lucas just smiled. “I’ll come down with you.”

When you got downstairs, Lonnie and Commander Ford were already sat at a table for two. You and Lucas made yourself comfortable just across from them.

“How’s the head, Commander?” you chuckled.

“Strangely it’s okay. For now. No quick and sudden movements and I should be fine,” he replied with a smile.

You poured yourself a mug of English tea and began to eat your breakfast which had been served.

Tim O’Neill came half staggering into the large dining area and plopped down on a seat next to Lucas. “Remind me to never drink again,” he groaned.

Lucas looked up at you ever now and again, his blue eyes twinkling with something you hadn’t seen before. Contentment maybe? Or perhaps happiness? Whatever it was, you knew he needed both, and you hoped that you had given that to him.

The rest of that day was fairly eventful, with a visit to the local art museum with Lucas, Lonnie and Commander Ford.

Jonathan Ford couldn’t deny that he was shocked by the sudden and dramatic change in yours and Lucas’ relationship dynamic. His Navy instinct told him that something needed to be said, a warning to you both of potential consequences. But the kind side of him won out. Why try and damage that haze of happiness that was suspended around you both? Once Captain Hudson returned to the seaQuest, a relationship was something that you and Lucas would have to either end or keep secret. No way would Hudson advocate romance on his boat.

At the beach during the afternoon, Tony sat beside Lucas whilst you remained with Lonnie, enjoying an ice cream cone.

“So? What happened last night? Brody told me that you stayed in her room,” Tony enquired.

“Yeah, I stayed with her. What happened is none of your business,” Lucas replied.

“Lucas, come on! You gotta tell me. I didn’t arm you with rubber for nothin’!”

Lucas merely smirked. “Lets just say that it was put to good use.”

“Way to go, my boy!” Tony exclaimed.

“Tony, shut up. She’s only over there,” Lucas growled.

“So, I need details. How was it? Was she good?”

“None of your business,” Lucas hissed and moved away. He approached you and Lonnie, and as he looked at you, he knew there was only one word that could have described the night previously: incredible. No way was he about to disrespect you and discuss your private life with others.

“Can I borrow you for a few minutes?” he asked you.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, and got up from the warm sand. “Everything okay?”

You both moved away from the rest of the group. “Yeah. I just wanted to be alone with you for a while.”

The two of you took a slow walk down to the water’s edge, the tide returning from its long descent out towards the horizon. Hand in hand, you were silent for a few minutes. The sun’s rays were warm against your back, but a gentle breeze refreshed the air, biting through the humidity. You felt that inner calm come flooding to the surface again. Lucas’ arm wound around your waist and you prayed in silence that this was the right thing for both of you.

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I'll never get tired of his smile

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Lieutenant Tim O'Neill

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A snippet of possible seaQuest fic

So, as most of you are aware, I’ve been dipping my toes back into seaQuest waters. Yeah, lame pun, I know. Hahaha! And this is the beginning of a fic I wanted to try and write which started in a couple of dreams I had. Let me know what you think. Thoughts? Comments?

Warnings: Physical/mental/emotional abuse, language

“I will give you six weeks to handle your affairs, and then we will meet so you can sign your contract.” Those had been Captain Oliver Hudson’s exact words. It still made no sense to you that you had been headhunted by the Navy to join the infamous sub called seaQuest. Of course you had heard of the boat; who hadn’t? But you had been contacted by the skipper of the vessel and the chief of the proposed programme, who also happened to be an Ensign, Lucas Wolenczak.

Out of all the thousands of files and records that had been available online, Lucas had fought for you to be brought on board seaQuest in order to be fully trained. Rather than take only the elite of the military, the idea of a special training programme had been talked about for almost eighteen months. Taking people with specific skill sets and work history, their skills already invaluable. Then all the defence and military tactical training could come later. What exactly was your skill set? That part had never been discussed. All you had heard was the basic brief; everything else had entered one ear and exited the other.

Another individual had been selected, a young man named Lee Foster. He was to be visited after you and given the same brief and opportunity. According to Lucas, Lee had been selected by Lieutenant Tim O’Neill, another officer who had worked closely on the trainee programme.

All of that had been two weeks ago. You had remained in close contact with Lucas, video calling him every other day to ask questions. Just that day and you had given him your personal details in order for him to begin submitting all your paperwork in order to fully record you in the UEO Naval database, and give you access to all the information you required. A marker would also be put against your passport, allowing movement through borders with no questions asked.

You couldn’t deny that you had already developed a soft spot for the Ensign. He was twenty, a literal genius, cute and seemed to blush a lot when he spoke with you.

“You’re an angel, Lucas,” you cooed, thanking him for agreeing to submit all of your paperwork electronically and use only a digital signature.

“Now, your contract that Tim is typing up will be given to you when we meet, and you’ll have to provide a physical signature then. The hotel rooms have been booked near the airport and all of the confirmation details will come to you in an email,” Lucas explained. There was his usual blush and smile as he looked down, obviously embarrassed by your words of affection.

There was a sudden bang at your front door. “I’ve got to go, Lucas. I’ll call you later to finish this off, okay?”

“Sure,” he replied. “Bye.”

You disconnected your call with Lucas and dashed down your hallway. The banging came again. “Alright. Alright!” you shouted in agitation. A sense of dread washed over you as you opened the door, only to be faced with Warren, your ex. He looked at you with those small eyes and grinned lecherously.

“How’s my darlin’?” he asked, his arm propped up on the doorframe.

“I’m not your darling, Warren. I told you that I don’t want anything more to do with you,” you hissed.

“Oh, you don’t mean that,” he said, pouting his lips, feigning disappointment. To think that you had given your body to this man, and even loved him at one point, made your skin crawl. There was nothing left at all between you both, only the memories of being possessed and emotionally scarred.

As you went to shut your door, Warren stepped forward and forced the door back open. “It’s impolite to not invite people in, babe. Come on, you know we had a good time together. I’ll make it worth your while.”

Terror gripped you and you swallowed hard. An ice cold rod of ice shot up your back and your heart began to race, threatening to rip out of your chest. “Please, Warren. Leave me alone. I’m leaving in a month. I’ve been offered a job.”

“You’re not leaving,” Warren growled. His eyes had grown dark, a shadow of malice having flashed across them. “I’ve told you before: we’re together, and that’s that. You’re not leaving for some fucking job.”

“I…I’ll call the police if you don’t leave,” you stammered.

Warren suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and squeezed. “You’re mine, bitch. You even think about calling the police and I’ll make sure you don’t see the light of day again. There is no job. You’re staying here.” He shoved you away hard. You fell down onto the floor and looked up at his hateful form hanging over you. “If you try and run, I’ll find you.”

You broke down into sobs as Warren disappeared. Your hitched breath and panicked inhales echoed down the hall.

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Fear and Loathing (4)

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Fandom: seaQuest 2032

Summary: (Part 2 of The Right Thing - this will be a chaptered fic) Captain Hudson knows that you and Lucas are more than just friends, and after changing your shift rotations to make sure you’re not on duty together, you take things into your own hands and request a transfer from seaQuest. Before your transfer can be processed, officers and crew begin showing signs of extreme anxiety, anger and paranoia. Some are worse affected than others, you being one of them. Can you fight for not only your relationship with Lucas but your state of mind?

Pairings: Ensign Lucas Wolenczak x FemLieutenant!Reader, Commander Jonathan Ford x Lieutenant Lonnie Henderson (only slight)

Warnings: Language, violence, insecurity, angst, paranoia, anxiety, mental instability, very mild sexual references/smut mention, age difference/gap.

Comments: If you wish to be added to my seaQuest tag list, which will be separate from all my other tags, let me know, and I will only tag you in these if you specifically request to be tagged. This is practically a dead fandom now, but I would still like to share my writings with you. If you would like to ask any questions, then by all means just ask! People are probably wondering why I’m still continuing this fic when it gets so little feedback, but it’s purely because I enjoy writing it. It’d a pleasure to be reminiscing in old times.

That night, while you remained in the Med Bay, the mess hall seemed to begin hosting a midnight coffee refreshment for a handful of crew. Lonnie Henderson wandered into the room, drying the sweat from her brow and neck after waking suddenly from a nightmare of being suffocated by unseen hands. She saw Jim Brody sat with his head in his hands, and one of the engineers was resting with their eyes closed and their feet up on a chair.

“Tough night?” Lonnie asked, approaching Brody.

He gasped suddenly, nearly jolting out of his chair. “Yeah….ugh…..sorry,” he grumbled, and rubbed his face, trying to force himself more fully awake.

“What’s going on tonight?” Lonnie asked. “No one can sleep and everyone is on edge.” She then said your name and her eyes widened. “Do you think it’s got anything to do with her and the virus?”

“I doubt it,” Brody scoffed. “A virus that gives panic attacks and nightmares?”

“Come on, Jim. We’ve seen things more unbelievable than that in the last two years. We’ve contacted aliens and come face to face with Greek gods, yet we can’t believe that a virus may exist which causes panic and fear?”

Lucas remained in the Med Bay that night, falling asleep next to your bed. The gentle beeping of the monitors swept him into a dream. There was water, screams and fear. They were your screams; begging him for help. Lucas only remembered the cold water and your screams as he jerked awake.

Your eyes were open and you were smiling at him. “You okay? Have a bad dream?” you asked, yawning. You felt groggy, but strangely content, especially upon seeing Lucas.

He rushed to you, cupped your cheek and then kissed you softly. But gradually the kiss grew deeper, and hotter, until he pulled away. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Just tired,” you replied.

“Do you want me to get you anything?”

“Can I have a cold drink, please? Soda, milk, water. Just something cold.”

Lucas left the room and you pulled yourself up slowly. A thumping headache began in your temples and behind your eyes, a sure sign of tension and stress that you knew all too well.

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The next two days saw more crew visiting not only the mess hall at night but the Med Bay, asking for advice on nightmares and panic attacks. Even Captain Hudson had noticed that he seemed more on edge of late. There were far too many crew affected now for it not to be noticeable and not be a problem that needed addressing.

Jonathan Ford and Tim O’Neill, along with a couple of the engineers, Dagwood, the chief cook and the doctor himself, were the only people who seemed to be unaffected. Every other person was showing symptoms, to varying degrees, of fear, panic and dread.

On the third day of you being in the Med Bay, a mild sedative still in your system to calm the nightmares you were having a night, you were awoken to Lieutenant Fredricks being pulled into the room by Brody and O’Neill.

“Please, don’t. They’ll run experiments on me,” she wept, pulling against the two men either side of her.

The screams had pulled you out of another beckoning nightmare with the visiting shadow demon, who sometimes came to you at night and stood at the foot of your bed. All of the noise and commotion shook you to the core, causing a shockwave of anxiety to race through you like a power surge. But your concern for your comrade still trumped the fear you felt.

“Freddie?” you called to her. She continued weeping uncontrollably as Brody and the doctor held her down on the bed, ready to administer a sedative. “Freddie? You’ll be okay. I promise. They won’t hurt you.” You slipped out of bed, almost falling in your weakness, and you took her hand in yours. “Shhh, it’ll be okay.”

The feel of your hand in hers, and your kind words, soothed Fredricks as the sedative was administered by the doctor.

“How can she feel so much fear when she has an implant?” Brody asked.

“The virus is somehow overpowering every other emotion in those who are the worst affected,” the doctor replied. “I don’t think the sedatives, long term, will be enough. The UEO still has no idea what’s causing this. They’re requesting blood works be sent of each crew member who is affected, which is over eighty per cent. I don’t know if I can get that many reports sent over all at once in the time frame they’re asking for.”

“How long are they asking for, Doc?”

“A week. I’ve only got the capacity to run five blood samples every twelve hours. That’s ten every twenty-four hours, and there are well over a hundred crew affected by this. If this gets worse, we may have to abandon the tour and return to land to fully hospitalise and test everyone. And we don’t know how contagious this is or where it came from.”

By the end of the week, the Med Bay was full. Most of the crew were utterly exhausted through lack of sleep due to night terrors. Frequent fights were breaking out over mundane issues. The latest fight had been when Tony Piccolo had had the last croissant at breakfast, pissing off an engineer. A broken nose and black eye later, Tony found himself in the Med Bay for a couple of hours.

You still kept dreaming of the shadow demon, and often you huddled under the covers, hiding from him, just in case he appeared at the end of your bed again. The fear seemed to come in waves; you would be peaceful for a few hours and then suddenly feel the panic rise and see the shadow at the end of your bed, set with glowing eyes and saliva dripping from sharp fangs. Nights were horrendous as that’s when the most fear came out to play and it hung over you all like a thick mist. Fredricks often woke screaming in the bed next to you. The engineer in the bed opposite you had had regular seizures. Thankfully, you had only had one.

The milder cases meant that crew had to continue working, despite being exhausted. Jonathan Ford felt as though he had had no sleep in a week. Every waking moment and he was on the bridge, taking the helm for part of it while Hudson tried to ward off the anxiety that was beginning to get the better of him. Tim O’Neill hadn’t seen his quarters in days, and was often found most nights dozing off in his seat on the bridge. Dagwood had even offered to help, but his kind offer was politely rejected.

Captain Hudson had been having regular talks with Secretary McGath, and it was now becoming a viable option to abandon the tour and return to shore. However, this virus was still unknown, and the UEO would have to make sure that strict quarantine procedures were put in place once the seaQuest returned to its berth. Crew would not be able to disembark immediately. McGath reassured Hudson that everything that could be done by the UEO was being done. The blood samples were being tested; each crew member, one by one, even those who were not affected and weren’t showing symptoms. Some were being tested multiple times. Even full genome scanning had now begun to try to pinpoint some kind of link to all those affected. The UEO had already received the sub’s black box recordings, knowing exactly where it was at any given time. No other infections had been reported in the waters recently visited.

Lucas lay in his bunk, listening to Tony’s snores from below. The snores had been louder and more obnoxious since his broken nose. Lucas was scared to sleep. Dark circles were beginning to frame his blue eyes, marring his pale complexion. Every evening and he visited you, sitting with you for a couple of hours. He would read to you, trying to soothe your nerves. But Fredricks’ outbursts would put you on edge and Lucas knew that any kind of relaxation was impossible. Whenever he closed his eyes, Lucas would see the water and hear you calling for him. It all felt so real, maybe too real.

The hallways were quiet, but then he would feel the energy buzzing from the mess hall, which was usually full of half dozing crew. Should he go for a wander tonight? Maybe a swim with Darwin would help. Or would the water only exacerbate the dreams?

He didn’t know how long he lay awake, but Lucas looked up at the pipes which ran above his bunk. He looked at the photo of you both which he had taped to the metal. You had your eyes open wide, shocked, whilst Lucas was gritting his teeth, pretending to be angry. He remembered fondly all the staged photographs that Tony took of you both whenever you were on shore leave back when Captain Bridger was aboard. There was such a happiness and peace amongst the crew. He remembered when Jim Brody had attempted to flirt with you once or twice, for him only to be scoffed at. Flirting had never impressed you. Humour and compassion impressed you.

He missed you so much, and slowly he turned over, pulling a pillow to his chest, trying to imagine it was you. To think that Lucas had been prepared to give up his place on seaQuest when he met Sandra just over a year ago. She had deceived him, pretending to interested in a relationship, when she only wanted the emergency codes to gain access to seaQuest. And now he was with you. It was a much, much deeper connection, that ran right through to his bones. It had become a dependency on you, a need, and considering that you were the one who had taken his virginity, that made everything so much stronger. Even though he had always had a crush on you since your first meeting, his very brief relationship with Sandra helped him forget the unrequited feelings he had for you. But then they came back even stronger. You had been the one to pick up the pieces of his broken trust that she had left behind.

Lucas lay awake, his eyes stinging with fatigue. Until finally he jumped down from his bunk and wondered out into the hallway, venturing towards your quarters. He just wanted to be close to you in some way, even if only sleeping on your bed.

The room smelled of you, sweet and flowery. And as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him, Lucas smiled to himself. There was a small stack of books on your desk with a pot of pens, all alongside your computer. A potted, ornamental plant and two matching china owls decorated the desk.

On your bed was your favourite patchwork quilt and on the wall were photos and little drawings that you had doodled. Lucas looked closer at the photos, recognising a few of you both with other members of the crew on shore leave. Then there were pictures of you with people whom he had never seen before, no doubt old friends or family members.

Lucas lay on your bunk and wrapped himself in your quilt, inhaling. He immediately felt warmth radiate through his chest and stomach, easing the tension. Exhaustion made it impossible for him to stay awake any longer, and gradually he fell into a deep sleep.

The dream changed; it was no longer water, but darkness. A light shone in the distance, a faint candlelight and when he got closer to it, he saw that he was standing in an empty garden. A candle, resting in a glass jar was upon the grass. He picked up the candle and began to walk, following a pathway. The whole place was empty, quiet and dark. The feeling of being so alone made Lucas’ heart speed up, pounding like a drum in his chest. Where was everyone?

He began to call, hoping someone would answer. But nothing. No one was there. Everyone had deserted him.

With a gasp, Lucas woke suddenly. He wiped his cheek, only to feel a tear clinging to it.

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Captain Hudson reluctantly agreed for UEO officers to come aboard seaQuest in two days’ time to begin the gradual emptying of the sub of all crew. The crew would be taken to a contained quarantine facility in Florida whilst tests were still being carried out and their symptoms could be monitored closer.

Secretary McGath’s image dominated Hudson’s screen in his quarters. “Captain, it’s obvious that the crew aren’t recovering from this virus, whatever it is, and bringing the seaQuest into berth could possibly cause a contamination of the coastlines.

“So you’re saying that the boat has to be left out here in the middle of the Atlantic with no crew aboard?” Hudson asked in disbelief.

“Oliver, what else do you propose we do? The biggest cause for concern is the sub’s bio skin which can quite easily carry viruses and disease. Until we know what this virus is and how it’s affecting the crew, we have no other option. seaQuest will have to remain dead in the water until our chief scientists have figured out what needs to be done. All the sub’s recordings and mission data are still being analysed.”

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