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G through L › Lost in Space
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
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5,939
Reviews:
2
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Currently Reading:
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The Cake Thief
DISCLAIMER: All characters in LIS belong to 20th Century Fox, Irwin Allen, his estate, or whomever, certainly not me. No offense is intended! Indeed!
A/N: This fic is based on the original 60's TV series LOST IN SPACE. It takes place roughly six years after the end of the series, or rather, after the Robinsons have been zig-zagging across the cosmos in the Jupiter 2 for over nine years. As one could imagine, the intrepid space explorers have found ways to amuse themselves.
WARNINGS: Most everything is implied: Xenosex, Smith/Robot, Penny/Bloop, Judy/Sonic Mixer, John/Don, Will/Will/Will
Beta'd by Evil Auntie Snape. Thanks, Luv!
July, 2006, Somewhere in the Andromeda Galaxy
~~~~~~ONE ~~~~~~~~"THE CAKE THIEF"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Maureen Robinson stared across the lower level of the Jupiter 2 in disbelief. It was nearly Midnight, and there was Dr. Smith skulking about the galley, fussing with the double-fudge chocolate cake she had baked for Penny's birthday. She had been awakened by sounds that she had attributed to some equipment coming loose and knocking about the deck. Or perhaps from Will's cabin. Or from Penny's. That blasted Bloop was so noisy! She had decided to investigate, and since she was thirsty, she thought she could fetch herself a glass of water in the process. Maureen sighed, shaking her head as she fastened the last few buttons of her robe. Dr. Smith had even promised her that under no circumstances would he molest the cake. Well, she would give him a good scare, anyway!
Slowly padding across the deck, her footfalls were hidden by the gentle thrumming of the spaceship's star-drive. Indicator lights winked rhythmically across the myriad control panels, and Maureen could make out the starfield moving slowly outside the viewport. Dr. Smith's back was to her, and he was huddled over the galley countertop, obviously dissecting the cake with surgical ease. She had to admit that she was rather impressed with his skills. Dr. Smith was supremely gifted in the art of clandestine cake reduction. Still, it was for Penny! And he had promised!
As she neared the cake thief, Maureen barely contained a giggle as Dr. Smith's entire upper body shimmied slightly from the cutting motions of his arms. The little tassel at the tip of his nightcap bobbed up and down and side to side as he worked. She was now barely three feet from him and she could hear that he was humming contentedly to himself.
Oh, this was going to be fun! Maureen stopped, standing right behind the nocturnal cake mutilator. Placing her hands firmly on her hips and adopting her most cross expression, she took a deep breath.
"Dr. Smith! What are you doing?!" she barked out as loudly as she dared.
The stowaway yelped his trademark yelp, jumped a foot in the air, and dropped his knife and fork instantly. He raised his arms as if under arrest, slowly turning around, a sheepish expression on his face. He swallowed and lowered his arms, clasping his hands together at his waist. Licking his lips nervously, Smith cast his gaze down to the deck plating. For a moment, the only sounds were the star-drive and the soft whirring the of multitude of equipment that kept the Jupiter 2 up and running.
Maureen's tone dripped with disappointment.
"I am surprised at you, Dr. Smith! You gave me your solemn promise that you would not touch Penny's cake! Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Dr. Smith dared a glance up at her. He took a deep breath.
"Oh, please forgive me, dear lady. I know I did promise not to molest dear Penny's cake, but I couldn't help myself."
Maureen began to form an answer, but the Doctor cut her off.
"You will recall that I am hypo-glycemic? I require infusions of food at odd hours. I felt a spell coming on, and in my dazed state, I stumbled about the ship, by sheer chance finding my way to the galley. It was most fortunate that I discovered the lovely cake here on the counter. I had only intended to take a very small morsel to replenish myself and then I planned on securing some ration cubes from the storeroom. I assure you, dear lady, I would not go back on my word if it were not absolutely necessary!"
He gave her a hopeful look, and for good measure, fluttered his eyelids and swayed alarmingly, backing up and bumping into the counter behind him. Bringing one of his hands to his forehead, he swayed once again.
"Oh, dear me, I think that it would be most prudent if I were to make my way back to my cabin. If you will excuse me, dear lady."
Dr. Smith then looked around the lower deck, swayed about some more, and shambled across the floor, heading right for the hatch to the engine core. Sighing loudly, Maureen set off after him, firmly grasping the tottering Dr. Smith with both of her hands and steering him back into the galley.
"Oh, very well, Dr. Smith. You may have as much of this cake as you need. I'll just get up early and bake another one for Penny. Really, we should do a complete physical on you tomorrow as well. After that horrible incident with the Rimulites, this could be more than just hypo-glycemia."
Dr. Smith stopped swaying almost immediately. His eyes were once again bright and alert.
"You are indeed an angel, Mrs. Robinson. You have saved me from possible death, yet again."
With a huge grin, he picked up the entire cake and headed back across the deck to his cabin. Turning around, he gave her a small wave as he slid the partition to his cabin closed with a loud click.
Maureen blew out a loud breath and fetched her glass of water. Still shaking her head, she moved back to her own compartment. She would have to get up extra early in order to prepare another cake. She only hoped that the reclamation system would have produced enough recycled matter for her to use. It was a good thing Penny liked choclate and not white cake! And where the devil was her sonic mixer? She hadn't seen it in weeks. Oh, the hell with it! With another tired sigh, she whipped the folding door to her cabin open.
"Computer, dim lights, please." The lower deck of the Jupiter 2 was plunged into darkness. The light of a billion distant suns winked faintly beyond the viewport. A rainbow of softly pulsating indicators sequenced across the display panels. With a nod, Maureen slid her cabin door closed slowly. The partition had just barely clicked shut when Robot B-9 rolled out from his hiding spot behind a support column.
His glass head swiveled about several times, his sensors scanning the deck to make sure that no one else was about. Satisfied, he moved across the floor to Dr. Smith's door. Turning his body side to side one more time, he lightly tapped on the partition with one of his claws. B-9 waited a moment, and tapped once more.
The partition slid open just enough for Dr. Smith's head to fit through. There were bits of chocolate cake and icing on his face and chin.
"Oh, I should have known it was you, you nocturnal ninny! Get inside before someone sees you!"
He slid the folded door open just enough so that the Robot could trundle through. Dr. Smith closed the partition again, quickly locking it. Picking up his plate, he resumed eating a wedge of fudge cake. It was already half gone. He spoke between mouthfuls.
"I don't recall having made plans to see you this evening. I thought it was to be tomorrow night? Are your memory banks malfunctioning again, you tedious twerp?"
B-9 whirled his body around to face Dr. Smith. For a moment, it just stood there, whirring softly, indicator lights dancing brightly across its front panel. Then, it moved slowly towards Dr. Smith, who was shoveling the last bits of cake into his mouth.
"No, Zack, my memory banks are not malfunctioning. To the contrary, they are performing at peak efficiency. That is how I know that is has been 36 hours, 27 minutes, and 15 seconds since our last meeting."
B-9 extended one of his arms, and brushed the claw at the end of it ever so softly against the fabric of Dr. Smith's nightshirt.
The Doctor harrumphed, dropping his plate with a clatter.
"Well, well, we are in a state tonight, aren't we? I suppose we'll have to do something about that, won't we, you cantankerous clod!"
Dr. Smith brushed his hand over the smooth, matte silver surface of the Robot. It was pleasantly warm to the touch, and vibrated gently under his fingertips. The lights on the its front panel began to blink slightly faster and the whirring increased. A small panel slid aside, and a cylindrical probe began to extend outward.
B-9's voice was low and throaty. Well, as throaty as a mechanically produced voice could be, anyway.
"I love it when you talk to me like that, Zack. You know how it stimulates my probe."
"Yes, my metallic friend, I do. I do indeed."
A/N: This fic is based on the original 60's TV series LOST IN SPACE. It takes place roughly six years after the end of the series, or rather, after the Robinsons have been zig-zagging across the cosmos in the Jupiter 2 for over nine years. As one could imagine, the intrepid space explorers have found ways to amuse themselves.
WARNINGS: Most everything is implied: Xenosex, Smith/Robot, Penny/Bloop, Judy/Sonic Mixer, John/Don, Will/Will/Will
Beta'd by Evil Auntie Snape. Thanks, Luv!
July, 2006, Somewhere in the Andromeda Galaxy
~~~~~~ONE ~~~~~~~~"THE CAKE THIEF"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Maureen Robinson stared across the lower level of the Jupiter 2 in disbelief. It was nearly Midnight, and there was Dr. Smith skulking about the galley, fussing with the double-fudge chocolate cake she had baked for Penny's birthday. She had been awakened by sounds that she had attributed to some equipment coming loose and knocking about the deck. Or perhaps from Will's cabin. Or from Penny's. That blasted Bloop was so noisy! She had decided to investigate, and since she was thirsty, she thought she could fetch herself a glass of water in the process. Maureen sighed, shaking her head as she fastened the last few buttons of her robe. Dr. Smith had even promised her that under no circumstances would he molest the cake. Well, she would give him a good scare, anyway!
Slowly padding across the deck, her footfalls were hidden by the gentle thrumming of the spaceship's star-drive. Indicator lights winked rhythmically across the myriad control panels, and Maureen could make out the starfield moving slowly outside the viewport. Dr. Smith's back was to her, and he was huddled over the galley countertop, obviously dissecting the cake with surgical ease. She had to admit that she was rather impressed with his skills. Dr. Smith was supremely gifted in the art of clandestine cake reduction. Still, it was for Penny! And he had promised!
As she neared the cake thief, Maureen barely contained a giggle as Dr. Smith's entire upper body shimmied slightly from the cutting motions of his arms. The little tassel at the tip of his nightcap bobbed up and down and side to side as he worked. She was now barely three feet from him and she could hear that he was humming contentedly to himself.
Oh, this was going to be fun! Maureen stopped, standing right behind the nocturnal cake mutilator. Placing her hands firmly on her hips and adopting her most cross expression, she took a deep breath.
"Dr. Smith! What are you doing?!" she barked out as loudly as she dared.
The stowaway yelped his trademark yelp, jumped a foot in the air, and dropped his knife and fork instantly. He raised his arms as if under arrest, slowly turning around, a sheepish expression on his face. He swallowed and lowered his arms, clasping his hands together at his waist. Licking his lips nervously, Smith cast his gaze down to the deck plating. For a moment, the only sounds were the star-drive and the soft whirring the of multitude of equipment that kept the Jupiter 2 up and running.
Maureen's tone dripped with disappointment.
"I am surprised at you, Dr. Smith! You gave me your solemn promise that you would not touch Penny's cake! Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Dr. Smith dared a glance up at her. He took a deep breath.
"Oh, please forgive me, dear lady. I know I did promise not to molest dear Penny's cake, but I couldn't help myself."
Maureen began to form an answer, but the Doctor cut her off.
"You will recall that I am hypo-glycemic? I require infusions of food at odd hours. I felt a spell coming on, and in my dazed state, I stumbled about the ship, by sheer chance finding my way to the galley. It was most fortunate that I discovered the lovely cake here on the counter. I had only intended to take a very small morsel to replenish myself and then I planned on securing some ration cubes from the storeroom. I assure you, dear lady, I would not go back on my word if it were not absolutely necessary!"
He gave her a hopeful look, and for good measure, fluttered his eyelids and swayed alarmingly, backing up and bumping into the counter behind him. Bringing one of his hands to his forehead, he swayed once again.
"Oh, dear me, I think that it would be most prudent if I were to make my way back to my cabin. If you will excuse me, dear lady."
Dr. Smith then looked around the lower deck, swayed about some more, and shambled across the floor, heading right for the hatch to the engine core. Sighing loudly, Maureen set off after him, firmly grasping the tottering Dr. Smith with both of her hands and steering him back into the galley.
"Oh, very well, Dr. Smith. You may have as much of this cake as you need. I'll just get up early and bake another one for Penny. Really, we should do a complete physical on you tomorrow as well. After that horrible incident with the Rimulites, this could be more than just hypo-glycemia."
Dr. Smith stopped swaying almost immediately. His eyes were once again bright and alert.
"You are indeed an angel, Mrs. Robinson. You have saved me from possible death, yet again."
With a huge grin, he picked up the entire cake and headed back across the deck to his cabin. Turning around, he gave her a small wave as he slid the partition to his cabin closed with a loud click.
Maureen blew out a loud breath and fetched her glass of water. Still shaking her head, she moved back to her own compartment. She would have to get up extra early in order to prepare another cake. She only hoped that the reclamation system would have produced enough recycled matter for her to use. It was a good thing Penny liked choclate and not white cake! And where the devil was her sonic mixer? She hadn't seen it in weeks. Oh, the hell with it! With another tired sigh, she whipped the folding door to her cabin open.
"Computer, dim lights, please." The lower deck of the Jupiter 2 was plunged into darkness. The light of a billion distant suns winked faintly beyond the viewport. A rainbow of softly pulsating indicators sequenced across the display panels. With a nod, Maureen slid her cabin door closed slowly. The partition had just barely clicked shut when Robot B-9 rolled out from his hiding spot behind a support column.
His glass head swiveled about several times, his sensors scanning the deck to make sure that no one else was about. Satisfied, he moved across the floor to Dr. Smith's door. Turning his body side to side one more time, he lightly tapped on the partition with one of his claws. B-9 waited a moment, and tapped once more.
The partition slid open just enough for Dr. Smith's head to fit through. There were bits of chocolate cake and icing on his face and chin.
"Oh, I should have known it was you, you nocturnal ninny! Get inside before someone sees you!"
He slid the folded door open just enough so that the Robot could trundle through. Dr. Smith closed the partition again, quickly locking it. Picking up his plate, he resumed eating a wedge of fudge cake. It was already half gone. He spoke between mouthfuls.
"I don't recall having made plans to see you this evening. I thought it was to be tomorrow night? Are your memory banks malfunctioning again, you tedious twerp?"
B-9 whirled his body around to face Dr. Smith. For a moment, it just stood there, whirring softly, indicator lights dancing brightly across its front panel. Then, it moved slowly towards Dr. Smith, who was shoveling the last bits of cake into his mouth.
"No, Zack, my memory banks are not malfunctioning. To the contrary, they are performing at peak efficiency. That is how I know that is has been 36 hours, 27 minutes, and 15 seconds since our last meeting."
B-9 extended one of his arms, and brushed the claw at the end of it ever so softly against the fabric of Dr. Smith's nightshirt.
The Doctor harrumphed, dropping his plate with a clatter.
"Well, well, we are in a state tonight, aren't we? I suppose we'll have to do something about that, won't we, you cantankerous clod!"
Dr. Smith brushed his hand over the smooth, matte silver surface of the Robot. It was pleasantly warm to the touch, and vibrated gently under his fingertips. The lights on the its front panel began to blink slightly faster and the whirring increased. A small panel slid aside, and a cylindrical probe began to extend outward.
B-9's voice was low and throaty. Well, as throaty as a mechanically produced voice could be, anyway.
"I love it when you talk to me like that, Zack. You know how it stimulates my probe."
"Yes, my metallic friend, I do. I do indeed."