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Too High a Cost
Fanfiction _ SeaQuest
Fictober 2022/ Prompt #11: “Think! For once!”
Summary: The Marauder manipulates Lucas into surrendering himself – but at what cost?
Author’s Note: Just a little ficlet. Hope y’all enjoy!
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“Lucas! Think! For once!” Bridger’s voice was harsher than he intended, but he couldn’t help the fear rising through his chest. “Get him back here! Now!” He barked at no one in particular and to everyone around him.
“I am thinking, Captain,” Lucas argued on the Vid Link. He’d taken the Stinger – again. “The Marauder made the trade very simple.” Lucas looked so defeated; it was heart breaking. “The SeaQuest’s safety… for me.”
“Lucas, men like this don’t honor their word,” Wendy Smith tried, stepping closer to Nathan, placing a comforting hand on his elbow. “Once he has what he wants…,” she trailed off, shaking her head. “He’ll always want more. They will always want more.”
Lucas’s brow furrowed, and his eyes narrowed as if he were re-evaluating his choice. “But I… don’t I at least have to try?”
“Captain, we have incoming,” Ortiz called out.
“Fire interceptors,” Bridger replied. “Lucas, please!”
“Interceptors fired.”
“Captain, they’re not just targeting us,” Tim said, looking back at his commanding officer, fear evident on his pale features. “They’re targeting Lucas, too, sir.”
“Lucas! Get back here now!” Bridger cried, the fear swelling inside his chest. This was just like Robert. Just like…
“Captain!” Lucas cried, recognizing the oncoming attack, and realizing he had no time to escape. Wendy’s grasp on Bridger’s elbow tightened as a small cry escaped her. “Captain, I’m sorry! Capt - !” The teen’s cry was cut off by the explosion, the Vid Link communication now just static.
The Bridge was still, as if every crewman were collectively holding their breath, unable to believe what they’d just witnessed. Surely…
Lonnie held a hand to her mouth, hot tears pressing at her lashes while sobs cut at her throat. Tim was visibly shaking, and Tony was staring at the screen, mouth agape. Surely…
“We’re being hailed, sir,” Tim’s voice was strangled as he said the words.
A long pause. “Put them on the screen, Mr. O’Neill.” Bridger knew what shock felt like; he’d been through this before. Just put one foot in front of the other…
“The boy and I had a deal, Nathan.” The Marauder's face filled the screen. Wendy could feel the rage seeping off Brody and Ford, both remaining silent for now. “You shouldn’t have encouraged him to break it.”
Nathan Bridger was not always thankful for the military, but in this moment he was. His training and years of experience kept him cool-headed, and the words he spoke rang out like a death knell. “You attacked an unarmed vessel with a child at the helm. I will find you, and I will take great pleasure in delivering you to the deepest, darkest prison the UEO can find. I suggest,” he looked the Marauder dead in the eye, “that you run, because when I find you – when we find you – you’ll wish you never targeted a trusting soul like Lucas Wolenczak.”
The Marauder didn’t reply, but Nathan could see it in his eyes: fear and doubt. The screen went blank, and Bridger sank in his chair, closing his eyes.
Wendy hadn’t been listening to the Marauder’s taunts or Nathan’s promises. She’d been shoving the emotions of the crew back, back, so far back so she could reach out and try to touch what she hoped was still there. Faint, so hard to hear, but it was there. Her eyes flashed open, and she whirled to the Captain. “Nathan. Nathan!” Bridger reluctantly opened his eyes, catching the look she was giving him. He sat up straighter. “Nathan, he’s alive. Lucas is alive!”
#fictober 2022#fictober22#fictober#seaquest fanfiction#seaquest#seaquest dsv#lucas wolenczak#captain nathan bridger#dr. wendy smith#lt tim o’neill#tim o'neill#lonnie henderson#miguel ortiz#tony piccolo#Jim Brody#jonathan ford#the marauder#ao3 fanfic#fanfiction#too high a cost#the stinger
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Iggy Pop, Dr. Lonnie Smith - Dan Was
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Ace:What’re ya doing? *giggles* that tickles! Gehehehehene! I’m too ticklish! Gene:shush! I have to tickle you!
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Movie: Halloween (1978 film)
Synopsis: On a cold Halloween night in 1963, six year old Michael Myers brutally murdered his 17-year-old sister, Judith. He was sentenced and locked away for 15 years. But on October 30, 1978, while being transferred for a court date, a 21-year-old Michael Myers steals a car and escapes Smith's Grove. He returns to his quiet hometown of Haddonfield, Illinois, where he looks for his next victims.
Cast:
Donald Pleasence as Dr. Samuel "Sam" Loomis
Jamie Lee Curtis as Laurie Strode
Nick Castle as The Shape (Michael Myers masked)
Tony Moran as Michael Myers – age 21 (mistakenly 23 in credits) (Michael Myers unmasked at the end of the film)
Will Sandin as Michael Myers – age 6
P. J. Soles as Lynda Van Der Klok
Nancy Loomis as Annie Brackett
Charles Cyphers as Sheriff Leigh Brackett
Kyle Richards as Lindsey Wallace
Brian Andrews as Tommy Doyle
John Michael Graham as Bob Simms
Nancy Stephens as Marion Chambers
Arthur Malet as Angus Taylor
Mickey Yablans as Richie Castle
Brent Le Page as Lonnie Elam
Adam Hollander as Keith
Robert Phalen as Dr. Terence Wynn
Sandy Johnson as Judith Myers
Peter Griffith as Morgan Strode
David Kyle as Danny Hodges
Trivia:
-From a budget of $300,000 over a 20 day shoot, the film went on to gross $47 million at the US box office
-John Carpenter's intent with the character of Michael Myers was that the audience should never be able to relate to him.
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20 Cool Organ Tracks
20 Funky Cool Organ Tracks: A personal list of my favorite organ fueled instrumental tracks. Here is my personal selection of some of the best soul and funk songs on the organ.
Enjoy! Will be continued.
Africa Caliente - The Beachers (Africa Caliente, 1968)
Bad, Bad Whiskey - The Merced Blue Notes (Mama Rufus / Bad, Bad Whiskey, 1965)
Bottle Blue - The Rob Franken Organ-Ization (Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da, 1969)
La Cabaña - Los Eliceos (La Cabaña / El Chiviri, 1976)
Cajón De Castañas - La Logia Sarabanda (La Logia Sarabanda, 1972)
God Can Do Anything - Rev. Cleophus Robinson (How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By God, 1964)
Hello Sunshine - Dr. Jonathan Greer, II (I Have A Friend, 1971)
I Did The Funky Broadway Part II - Billy ‘The Kid" Emerson (I Did The Funky Broadway Part I / I Did The Funky Broadway Part II, 1967)
I’ll Fly Away - Becky Carlton (To The Glory Of God, 1975)
It’s An Ill Wind That Blows Nobody Any Good - Swinging Soul Machine (Through The Eye, 1969)
Lou-Lou - Rusty Bryant (Soul Liberation, 1970)
Le Lundi Au Soleil - Pierre Spiers (À L'Orgue Hammond, 1973)
Mama Rufus - The Merced Blue Notes (Mama Rufus / Bad, Bad Whiskey, 1965)
Mercy, Mercy, Mercy - Bruce Zarka (Mercy, Mercy, Mercy / Your My Love Of Life, 197?)
Puzzle Man (Figure Me Out If You Can) - Norma Jenkins (Puzzle Man (Figure Me Out If You Can) / Puzzle Man (Figure Me Out If You Can), 1973)
See What I Mean - Chuks Eddy (See What I Mean, 1973)
Shanty Blues - Charles Earland (The Dynamite Brothers (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack Recording), 1974)
Someday We’ll Be Together - Shirley Scott (Something, 1970)
Son Of Ice Bag - Lonnie Smith (Think!, 1969)
Tax Free - Hansson Och Karlsson (Monument, 1967)
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start your holiday weekend off with no love for ned on wlur tonight from 8pm until midnight. last week's show is below to stream, preferably while laying in a hammock.
no love for ned on wlur – may 19th, 2023 from 8-10pm
artist // track // album // label
the super friendz // 10 lbs. // mock up, scale down // murderecords
second grade // strung out on you // easy listening // double double whammy
holiday ghosts // favourite freak // absolute reality // fat cat
pynch // tin foil // howling at a concrete moon // chillburn
system exclusive // party all the time // party all the time 12" // mt. st. mtn.
dr. sure's unusual practice // twenny twenny vision // while aus burns ep // marthouse
bridge collapse // blockbreaker // wilderness 7" // crime on the moon
heavy mother // the other side of this life // comical uncertainty cassette // feel it
connections // in space // cool change // trouble in mind
mary anne's polar rig // beautiful mess // makes you wonder // rama lama
kosmetika // opaque // illustration // spoilsport
tiny ruins // in light of everything // ceremony // ba da bing!
cian nugent // siamese sharks // she brings me back to the land of the living // no quarter
kara jackson // free // why does the earth give us people to love? // september
daniel bachman // think before you breathe // almanac behind // three lobed
vasco trilla and ra kalam bob moses // harmonic convergence // singing icons 2xcassette // astral spirits
james brandon lewis // womb water // eye of i // anti-
sun ra arkestra // rose room // hendersonia- sun ra performs fletcher henderson // enterplanetary koncepts
flammer dance band // uansett underlag // dedikasjon til inspirasjon // lyskestrekk
lonnie liston smith with adrian younge and ali shaheed muhammad featuring loren oden // love brings happiness // jid017 // jazz is dead
benny johnson // baby i love you // visions of paradise // barely breaking even
el michels affair and black thought // that girl // glorious game // big crown
helene smith // true love don't grow on trees // i am controlled by your love // numero group
yungmorpheus featuring fly anakin // cassava bread // from whence it came // lex
dry cleaning // hot penny day (charlotte adigéry and bolis pupul remix) // swampy cassette // 4ad
david west and elizabeth bruk // little sister // elizabeta ep // (self-released)
genevieve artadi // forever forever // forever forever // brainfeeder
superviolet // dream dating // infinite spring // lame-o
floodlights // something blue // painting of my time // spunk
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Shane Smith & the Fuckin' Saints
"Look at it. It looks silly." Allyson said to her coworker, Deb, trying on a Catwoman-looking mask as the women had been goofing off during their downtime at work. Allyson now worked as a nursing assistant as well as a receptionist at Haddonfield Memorial Hospital.
"Are you kidding?" Deb scoffed, tucking a piece of her red hair behind her ear. "It looks great on you!"
"I'm sure it does, but I'm not going." Allyson frowned, remembering the last time she went to a Halloween party, she witnessed Cameron kissing another girl right in front of her. She didn't expect this from Corey, but she didn't expect it from Cameron, either. Her answer was firm on the Halloween party, but it was just the beginning of the month. She had plenty of time to decide.
"Come on," Deb scoffed. "What if Corey wants you to go?"
"Then I guess I'll go," Allyson shrugged. "He doesn't really like that stuff."
"Mhm. So when are you going to let me meet him? You can't keep him from me forever!" Deb giggled.
Allyson chose to keep her opinion to herself at this point, really not wanting Deb to meet Corey as Deb was, what Allyson would call, slutty. Deb had good intentions, but she knew she could use her natural beauty and "million-dollar body" to her advantage. Almost every man Allyson found attractive, they always found Deb more attractive than her. It was a constant mind battle and she didn't want to lose what she had now to her, not wanting him to see what he could have.
"You'll meet him eventually."
"He's not a cop like the last one, is he?" She scoffed, referring to Allyson's failed relationship - a police officer nearly fifteen years older than her and a real piece of work, Doug Mulaney.
Doug was arrogant and full of himself, thinking every woman in Haddonfield wanted him. When in reality, Doug was just a former bully, as well as a big dork, who had also picked on Lonnie Elam in school and found no sadness for recovering his body on Halloween night in 2018. If he had to guess, he was the reason why Cameron moved out of town. He never really liked the kid.
Mainly because he was Lonnie's son.
"No, he's not. He's different and I'm glad." Allyson answered.
"Is he cute?" Deb asked, innocently biting her lip in curiosity, her mind wandering.
"Uh...yeah."
"I look forward to meeting him...eventually," She giggled. "Have you heard anything about the promotion?"
"No," Allyson shook her head. "I'm not going to ask about it no more than I already have. I figured if I deserve it, it'll come to me."
"Very wise of you, babe." Deb nodded.
"Allyson!" She heard her grandmother say. Surprised that Laurie would return to Haddonfield Memorial, she was really surprised when Corey walked in behind her clutching his hand. Corey and Laurie got along casually, but they weren't close enough with each other to be being out on the town together.
"What happened?" Allyson asked, walking around the counter to tend to Corey.
"Some arrogant kids got on his bad side." Laurie explained.
"Grandmother, this is a laceration," Allyson said, concerned. "Did you get slashed?"
"N-no, uh, I just fell and landed in some glass is all. I'm okay, I promise."
Allyson huffed, "Wait here. I'll get you checked in and taken back to see Dr. Mathis."
Corey nodded, glancing at Laurie as he felt the worst for not telling Allyson the full truth. However, he really didn't want to admit he was being pushed around by a bunch of band geeks.
"Well, well, well, looks like someone's getting into the spirit of things." Laurie smiled, noticing the cat mask in Allyson's hands, twiddling between her fingers.
"I'm trying to." Allyson faked a smile, seeing the gleam in Deb's eyes at the sight of Corey in front of her.
𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁
"You have significant inflammation," Dr. Mathis explained. "I'm gonna be nice and numb it here so my assistant can clean it up really well and then I will get back and close it with a suture. You're gonna feel a little bit of a pinch here. Cute, isn't she?" He said inappropriately as he took notice of Corey's sharp and protective gaze over Allyson. He didn't like how Dr. Mathis' body language changed around her. Sure, Allyson wasn't quite Corey's, yet, but he had every reason to be protective over her.
And he hoped she knew that.
"Ow!" Corey winced, jerking his hand back towards his body, accidentally knocking over the portable desk that Allyson had rolled next to Dr. Mathis, immediately apologizing for her wrong move. "I'm so sorry. Sorry!"
"Allyson! What are you doing?!" Dr. Mathis shouted.
"I'm so sorry!"
"It was my fault, I-" Corey panted.
"No, no! My fault!" Allyson corrected, embarrassed that something like this had to happen in front of Corey.
"What a mess," Dr. Mathis scoffed. "Just clean it up and get a goddamn sterile kit. And give him a tetanus shot. I'll be back." He explained, glaring at Allyson before disposing of his gloves and storming out of the room, leaving Allyson in literal tears of embarrassment as she disposed of the non-sterile equipment, taking the kind gesture of Corey's good extended hand, helping her to her feet.
"You shouldn't let that guy talk to you like that," Corey said, his tone sounding of sadness, but his eyes showing fury. He wanted to snap his neck for disrespecting her, but he pushed those feelings aside. "It's gonna make you sad, even if you don't think it does."
"I've dealt with much worse," Allyson assured him. "But thank you. Anyway, I've just been dealing with it. I guess it's because I'm just trying to get this promotion."
"Is it worth it?"
"I guess it's better than having to find another job," She shrugged, sitting down to look at the laceration on his hand. "What did you do?"
"Uh, I went to the gas station and some guys tried to gang up on me and I, uh, got into a fight and fell into some glass."
Allyson could tell by his mannerisms and lack of eye contact that he was lying, but she didn't question it. She knew something else happened that he was too ashamed to admit. "So, I meant to tell you: my car's been rattling..."
"Rattling?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, it's just your exhaust system clamp's come loose. It's an easy fix. It takes five minutes. Super cinchy. You just need a lift and two screws."
"Cinchy?" Allyson giggled. "You have a way with words. I tried to call the shop earlier, but your dad answered and didn't know when you'd be back."
"He's not my dad." Corey said.
"Oh? I-I'm sorry, I didn't know. I just assumed..."
"No, it's okay, um, I never met my real dad."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"It's okay, Allyson. I promise. I never knew him, even when I was a kid. Ron's been more of a dad than who my real one was." He explained. He never was curious as to who his real father was, nor did he really care. Ron was more than enough when it came to being a parent. As for his real mother, Joan, he didn't quite understand how or why Ron married her. She was overprotective, a helicopter, even, but was quite literally crazy. He would remember stories about how she had to serve time in a hospital for her episodes. That was, before she got put on medications.
"Okay," She nodded. "So... I got invited to a Halloween party." She said nervously.
"Do you want to go?"
"I mean... do you want to go?"
"I haven't been to one in a few years, but why not?"
"Really?"
"I'd love to go."
"Okay," Allyson smiled. "I'll text you sometime after I get home tonight about it."
"Don't forget to bring your car by the shop in the morning so I can look at it for you."
"I will."
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"What's Michael been up to?" Little John asked, bringing Mia and Big John a bowl of popcorn as well as his famous charcuterie board.
"Well, I'm surprised he's not here right now," Mia chuckled. "I got off the phone with him not too long ago. He's been keeping himself busy in hopes of passing time, but he wishes it was time for Ella and I to go home."
"Ah, he can wait a couple of more days. It's only Wednesday. You go back home Saturday morning, don't you?" Big John asked, taking a puff from his alakazam.
"Yeah, my flight leaves at ten."
"Don't forget to remind me to not get high Friday night," He chuckled. "I've been making it a habit."
"You ever going to do anything with him?" Mia laughed at Little John.
"Honey, that ship has already sailed."
Big John exhaled a cloud of smoke, soon coughing and laughing at the same time, "Turns out ole Michael is a tall tale around here now. I meant to explain that to you on the way home."
"What do you mean?"
"Now that Laurie's story has gotten around, she's apparently the one who provoked him in the first place and that's why he did what he did-"
"That much is true.." Mia scoffed.
"And Michael is the main source to blame when someone goes missing around here. Just like last year, that girl, what was her name, John? Meghan?"
"Yeah, Meghan Baxter." Little John answered.
"Yeah, apparently when she went missing, people started to blame Laurie for it, so an investigation was started because of what happened with you, but then it turned to Michael killing her and all that bullshit."
"That's stupid. So now, people are blaming Michael for every unfortunate event around here?"
"Yep. Nobody knows where he went. Some say that he's been living under the bridge, but it's really just some hermit."
"And some say that he's been living in the sewer," Little John added. "It's an apparent dare to young kids to go down there."
"Jesus, sounds like some messed up version of IT." Mia joked.
"That much is true. Here, take you a hit of this. It'll make you feel better."
"No, I shouldn't..."
"Why not? Ella is asleep and you've been stressed. Michael won't know." He persuaded.
"I am not taking a hit of the devil's lettuce, John."
Big John cackled at the phrase, "Oh my God, Mia. Just say it's weed. Nothing wrong with it! You're such a goodie-two-shoes."
"Fine, weed," She scoffed. "I'm not smoking weed."
"It'll make you feel better."
"Is this all he's done your whole life? Peer pressure?" Little John questioned his husband.
"Every damn day." Mia answered.
"You're acting like I'm trying to get you to cook meth. The most that'll happen is that you'll get really hungry and fall asleep. You'll be fine. You need the sleep, Mia."
"Fine! If I take a hit of it, will you shut up?"
"I might. Depends on how big the hit is," He chuckled. "This is good shit, too. Make it count."
"Okay." She said, hesitantly taking the blunt from his fingers and putting it between her lips, taking a drag from it as if she had been smoking her whole life, except the harsh cough that was soon to follow.
"Damn, and to think I thought you almost had it!" John laughed, taking the blunt back.
"No... but let me try it again." Mia said, reaching for it.
Little John playfully rolled his eyes at his husband, adoring how happy he was, "Great, now I'm going to have two dope-heads to babysit."
"Listen at you, John. Freakin' out over nothin'. Here, listen to some music - help tune out your negative thoughts."
"Yeah? Who are you making me listen to now?"
"Shane Smith and the Fuckin' Saints," He puffed another cloud of smoke, turning up the band's song Cocaine Habit.
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"Mo Soul" Player Playlist 30 September
1. B.D.M. Feat. Stingray Davies - Sting In The Tail
2. Gene Harris & The Three Sounds - Your Love Is Just Too Much
3. Dr. Lonnie Smith - Freedom Jazz Dance
4. Mustafa Ozkent - Zeytinyagli Yiyemem
5. Kashmere Stage Band - Super Strut Pt. I (Kenny Dope Remix)
6. Giovanni Damico - Italians In A Line
7. Suba - Felicidade (Buscemi Remix)
8. Kraak & Smaak Ft. Cleopold - Alone With You (Purple Disco Machine Remix)
9. Groovejet Feat. Sophie Ellis-Bextor - Spiller
10. Sharon Jones & The Dap-Kings - Inspiration Information
11. The Ambassadors - Ain't Got The Love Of One Girl (On My Mind)
12. Cymande - The Message
13. Stateless - Falling Into (Swell Session Boy Wonder Remix)
14. Kaidi Tatham - It's About Who You Know
15. Willie Hutch - Brothers Gonna Work It Out
If you really want to enjoy music and help musicians and bands, buy their lp’s or cd’s and don’t download mp3 formats. There is nothing like good quality sound!!!
(Angel Lo Verde / Mo Soul)
#mo soul#playlist#music#soul#blues#funk#jazz#lounge#reggae#rock#fusion#house#r&b#afro funk#disco funk#acid jazz#nu jazz
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Late Night Conversations - Part 4
Fanfiction _ SeaQuest
Fictober 2022/ Prompt #20: “There’s only us.”
Fictober 2022/ Prompt #23: “Not on my watch!”
Summary: Tim says some interesting things while on pain meds. Takes place after “Dead End.”
Author’s Note: A two day challenge because I’ve been sick, so this is a long one. Part 4 in “Late Night Conversations.”
TW: Mention of death, trauma, potential death.
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“Captain, I could use Ensign Harris in sick bay if you can spare her,” Dr. Wendy Smith said, nodding in the direction of the brunette.
“Of course,” Captain Nathan Bridger nodded, motioning for Annabelle to leave her station.
“We’re going to need some prep work before they get there,” Wendy told Annabelle as they headed for the Mag-Lev. “I’d like to be there waiting when they arrive. Do you think you could take care of that for me?”
“No problem, Wendy.” It was amazing to Annabelle how Dr. Kristen Westphalen had commanded so much respect, money, and personnel, but the UEO expected Wendy to run on just herself. Every time they got a decent crew member they were plucked off to another assignment, and Wendy’s frustration was growing. Thankfully, Annabelle had some medical experience and training, a large chunk of it within the field Wendy could find useful.
“I can’t keep pulling a Weapon’s Officer away from their post. They’ve got to find me someone,” Wendy complained, something she rarely did.
“Think of me as your field medic,” Annabelle said lightly, trying to ease her friend’s mind, and not think about the condition her friends and crew mates would be arriving in.
“You’re worried about Tim,” Wendy said, inclining her head to meet her friend’s eyes.
“And Lonnie, Jim, and Lucas. Gosh, poor Lucas. He’s gone through more crazy than most career officers,” Annabelle said, trying to change the subject.
“You know,” Wendy said gently, “I don’t have to be psychic to know you have feelings for him.”
“Lucas? Well, yeah, he’s like a little brother to me.” Wendy arched a brow letting Annabelle know the gig was up. “Okay, okay. Look, it’s just a crush. It’ll fade. I mean, it’s bound to happen at some point on a submarine, right?”
Wendy didn’t look convinced. “I suppose.”
“And there are lots of attractive men on this ship. You spend enough time with one it makes sense…,” she continued on, but Wendy had blocked her out. Annabelle might not be ready to admit her feelings for O’Neill, but Wendy knew it was more than a crush. She’d heard Annabelle’s continuous mental prayers the entire time she was on the bridge, and while they’d been for all of her friends the deepest pain came with the thought of losing Tim. “...and besides, on board romances can’t work out. I mean, surviving the rumor mill would be hard enough, and - .”
“Thank you for riding Mag-Lev.”
The shuttle stopped at Sick Bay, and Annabelle exited so Wendy could continue onto Docking Bay. What Wendy wanted to tell Annabelle was she wasn’t alone in her feelings. She’d watched O’Neill send plenty of sidelong, wistful glances her way over the past several months. The only question now was would the two ever be brave enough to admit it to one another?
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“Does she have to be here for this?” Tim asked Wendy, nodding to Annabelle who was wrapping a cut on Lieutenant Brody’s arm. Thankfully, Lonnie and Jim had minor injuries that didn’t require an overnight stay in Sick Bay. Lucas, Dagwood, and Marcus Rawlings were on their way back to the SeaQuest, and would be heading their way shortly.
“I’m sorry, Tim,” Wendy said sympathetically. “I need the help, and Annabelle has the training.”
“I just feel so… pathetic,” he muttered, keeping his voice low.
“You broke your leg in the line of duty. I’m thankful that’s all it was. It could have been much worse.” Tim nodded a concession, watching Annabelle chat with Lonnie as she worked on cleaning her up.
“Do you think… do you think telling someone how you feel is a good idea after a life-or-death situation? Or is it too soon? Like, your emotions aren’t trustworthy enough?” He asked.
“I think,” Wendy said slowly and carefully, “In those situations we realize what really matters to us, and what we would truly miss if we lost it.” She hesitated. “But I also think discretion is wise.”
“Thanks a lot,” Tim snarked, looking away. Wendy let out a little chuckle, shaking her head.
“You know, why don’t we go ahead an get those pain meds in you now?” Tim began to shake his head, but Wendy leaned down to meet his eyes. “You need them, Tim. I appreciate the brave front, but trust me on this, okay?”
Tim nodded reluctantly, casting another glance at Annabelle before laying back against the pillows of his hospital bed.
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“How’s my favorite patient?” Annabelle smiled down at the Communications Officer. The pain meds Wendy had given him were working faster than expected, and Tim had been quietly singing “Pretty Woman” to himself for the past five minutes.
“Heeeeeeyyyyyy,” he drawled, grinning up at her. “It’s you!”
“It’s me,” Annabelle chuckled. “Can I take your glasses for you?”
“Nah,” he slurred. “I like looking at you. I look at you all the time. Did you know that?” His voice had this adorable sing-songy quality to it that made Annabelle smile.
“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?”
“Because you’re soooooo pretty. So pretty. So, so, so pretty.” He grinned, closing his eyes, and snuggling against his pillows.
“Hey, can I check on the patient?” Miguel Ortiz was standing halfway in the door, hesitation lining his features.
“By all means,” Annabelle said, waving him in. She strode over to Miguel, lowering her voice. “The pain meds have kicked in, and he’s feeling very good.”
Miguel laughed, moving over to sit in the chair by Tim’s bed. “Hey, buddy. How ya feeling?”
Tim opened his eyes, blinking, then grinned broadly when he saw Miguel. “Heeeeeeeyyyyy,” Tim said, “Come here. Come here!” He waved his hand like Miguel had more than a few inches to cross before he was literally on top of Tim. “I saw a dragon,” Tim drawled. “It was huge. Like this...this big… so huge.” He hands kept moving further away from one another as he spoke. “I thought it was going to eat me,” he said, leaning over to Miguel, eyes wide.
“Wow, Tim. Sounds… scary.” Miguel had seen the dragon worm, and his memory of it wasn’t nearly as much fun as Tim’s.
Tim’s eyes remained wide. “It was.” He paused. “You used to have short hair, but now it’s long.”
Miguel turned to look at Annabelle. “How much did Smith give him?”
Annabelle just laughed, going back to cleaning up the supplies she’d used earlier. Tim tossed his head back to look Miguel in the eyes. “She’s pretty!” He said a little too loudly in Miguel’s ear. “You’re so pretty!” He said even louder, tossing his head back to Annabelle.
“Is he medicated or drunk? Good grief,” Miguel asked. “Ya know,” he said, looking over his shoulder at Annabelle with a teasing grin. “We should record this, and send it into one of those home video shows.”
“You’re terrible,” she laughed, walking over to the pair. “You comfortable, Tim?”
“I like it when you wear you hair down,” he said, smiling up at her. “I thought about you while I was down there, you know.”
“Oh, you did, huh?” Annabelle asked, perching at the end of his bed. .
“Mmmmhmmm.” He closed his eyes, a huge grin plastered on his face. “I thought about you a lot.”
“Um, Tim, maybe you should get some rest. We can come see you when you’re feeling better,” Miguel offered, standing to leave. He was getting very concerned where this conversation was going, and he knew Tim would be mortified when he sobered up.
“We should get married,” Tim said, never taking his eyes off Annabelle.
“Not on my watch,” Miguel said, catching Annabelle’s amused grin.
“You never let me have any fun,” Tim grumbled, pouting. He turned back to Annabelle. “We should definitely get married.”
“Okay, Tim,” Annabelle laughed, playing along.
“Really?” Tim tried to sit up, and Miguel quickly and gently pushed him back down. “I’m getting married! Will you be my best man?”
“Sure thing, buddy.” Tim lolled his head back, speaking in slurred French as he gazed over at Annabelle dreamily.
“Do you understand any of that?” Miguel asked, glancing over at her.
“Not a single word, but he seems very happy.”
“A little too happy. You’re not gonna tell him he said all this, are you?” Miguel looked genuinely concerned.
“As much fun as it would be to tease him, no. He’s been through enough.” She glanced at her watch, frowning. “Wendy was supposed to be back by now. They’ve really got to get her some more staff. Ford’s going to kill me.”
“Nah,” Miguel offered. “After the past twenty-four hours I think everyone gets a bit of a reprieve.”
Tim’s words had gotten softer, and his eyes had fluttered shut. Annabelle shifted to remove his glasses, and he blinked his eyes open as she was folding them up. He looked at her with a seriousness that had been absent minutes ago. His hand reached up, brushing away a lock of hair that had dislodged from her braid. “I love you, you know.” Annabelle went very still under his hand, now gently stroking her cheek. “I think I’ve loved you from the moment I met you.”
Annabelle opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Next to her Miguel was frozen in place, unsure what to do or say because Tim seemed so genuine. Annabelle closed her mouth, reopened it, and Miguel saw the quiver in her lip. “I’m glad you’re safe, Tim.” Tears pressed at her eyes, and she closed them, bowing her head so they wouldn’t be seen. She swallowed hard, forcing the sob back that forced to erupt from her throat. Tim’s hand brushed her hair back once more before dropping to the bed. A few minutes later his breathing had regulated enough Annabelle knew he was asleep.
Miguel, unfortunately, was still by her side.
She sat up, hurriedly wiping her eyes, giving a short chortle. “I guess I was more worked up over this mission than I realized.” She forced a grin, but Miguel said nothing. “He doesn’t mean it, you know. It’s just the meds. That’s all.” She stood, striding over to the opposite side of the room, trying to regain her composure. Miguel took a moment to consider his next course of action before standing and following her.
“There’s only us, Belle,” he said, tentatively placing a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“I thought he was dead, Miguel.” Her voice was cracked with tears he couldn’t see because she refused to turn around. “I thought they all were. I prayed they were safe, but…,” she stopped, trying to regain some control.
“We all did. That’s the hardest things about this job, but they’re okay,” he assured her.
“This time,” she said, turning to meet his eyes. “This time he’s fine, but what about the next?” Miguel didn’t have a good answer for that. Annabelle took a shuddering breath, wiping her eyes. “Did you know I was married once?”
Miguel frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “No. Does… does Tim,” he gestured over his shoulder, and Annabelle shook her head. “Just Lonnie and Wendy. Not,” she held up a hand, “that it’s something I try to hide, but it’s not exactly a happy memory.” She tilted her head to the side. “At least, not all of it.”
“Can I ask what happened?” Miguel didn’t want to push – he valued Annabelle as a crew mate and friend, but he also knew Tim tended to fall hard and fast. If he really was in love with Annabelle it would either be absolutely wonderful or a complete disaster.
Annabelle took a deep breath, leaning back against the counter. “It was a long time ago when Sean and I first started…,” she motioned with her hand, and Miguel nodded. Time travel. Right. “Maybe a year or so in. We fell into this beautiful little village, and he was warm and gentle,” she smiled at the memory, “And for some reason, he loved me.” Her smile wavered. “But his job was more dangerous than I knew, and… and one night…,” she closed her eyes, fresh tears budding under her lashes.
Miguel tilted his head down, closing his eyes. “I’m really sorry, Belle.”
“I didn’t know…,” her voice broke, but this time she didn’t try to hide it. “I knew it would hurt, but…,” her hand staggered over her heart. “I can’t go through that again, Miguel. I just can’t. I can’t. I just can’t.” She was full on sobbing now. Everything she’d held back while they were missing came pouring out. Miguel opened his arms, letting her fall into them as she sobbed on his shoulder. “I thought he was dead, Miguel. I thought….”
“It’s okay, I’ve got you. It’s okay.” Miguel kept repeating, holding her close. Since Captain Bridger recruited Annabelle to serve on the SeaQuest Miguel had never seen her like this. She was normally calm and cool during a crisis, but they’d never experienced anything like this.
Anything involving Tim.
It was very apparent to the Sensor Chief this wasn’t some crush or rebound he’d initially suspected. Two of his friends were in love, terrified to admit it to the other, and Miguel, by default, was stuck in the middle.
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Mississippi history:
"White newspapers published lists of Blacks who appeared before a voter registrar or who became members of the NAACP. Being on those lists could mean getting fired by your white employer, being evicted from your tenant farm, or even having the bank foreclose on your home. And because you had to be a registered voter to serve on a jury, the practice of keeping Blacks from voting served a double purpose.
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When Reconstruction collapsed in the 1877 compromise made on the backs of the formerly enslaved, Mississippi was the most ferocious Southern state in forcing a total reversal. It was the first state to erect barriers like poll taxes and literacy tests to keep its Black majority from ever exercising the vote again. Like most Southern states, Mississippi moved in 1902 to switch from a caucus system to a primary system to elect its candidates, which all but guaranteed white control. After the Civil War, the vast majority of Black Americans were Lincoln Republicans—members of the Southern “Black and Tan” party—so there was no need to block them from Democratic primaries, since no Republican could get elected dog catcher in any Southern state. That meant the Democratic primary effectively was the whole election. President Franklin Roosevelt’s New Deal, despite the many ways it limited or even excluded Black participation, had drawn Black voters to the Democratic Party during the 1930s and ’40s. Mississippi Democrats, along with those in other Southern states, came up with a new scheme to get around the Fifteenth Amendment. The “white primary” was predicated on the idea that a private political party had the right to make its own rules and choose its own candidates—in this case, white men. For more than twenty years, the U.S. Supreme Court had begged to differ. In 1927 the nation’s highest court struck down Texas’s all-white primary in the landmark Nixon v. Herndon ruling, and it ruled that Congress had the authority to protect the right of all citizens to vote in primary elections in the U.S. v. Classic (1941) and Smith v. Allwright (1944) cases, ruling that a political party using the apparatuses of state government to run its elections was tantamount to state discrimination against Black voters.34 The 1944 case, argued by NAACP lawyer Thurgood Marshall, revolved around a Black dentist from Houston, Texas, Dr. Lonnie E. Smith, who tried to register to vote in that state’s Democratic primary but was denied because of his race. The Texas Democratic Party, like the one in Mississippi, argued that it was a “voluntary association” and therefore not subject to Fifteenth Amendment rules. His successful lawsuit marked the end of the “white primary” in every Southern state, including in Mississippi. Two years later, Mississippi’s Democratic-controlled legislature made a careless error; passing a law exempting soldiers returning from the war from paying the poll tax, perhaps forgetting about the tens of thousands of Black men from the state who had enlisted. That meant some eighty thousand Black veterans had, in theory, become eligible to register and vote. And Medgar and Charles were two of them. The brothers, who both revered Thurgood Marshall, were determined to test the rules."
From Medgar & Myrlie by Joy Reid
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