The End is Never Final
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Category:
S through Z › SeaQuest
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
1,850
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own SeaQuest DSV, and I do not make any money from this writing.
Chapter Ten
Two times two is four. Four times four is sixteen. Sixteen times sixteen is two hundred and fifty-six. Two hundred and fifty-six times Two hundred and fifty-six is—
“Too fucking much, Wolenczak.” He speaks out loud, whispers too low to echo off the ventilation system around him. He rests his head on his knees, careful to contain himself as much as possible. The vent has always been a tight fit and often he had been caught because of a bit of sneaker or a flash of a baseball jersey stubbornly refused to adhere to the smallness of the space. This space had always been safe, perhaps the smallness lending to the illusion of being cuddled; the cold aluminium hungrily wrapping around him in a way that, he supposed, his parents hadn’t.
But it is different this time; different because it’s less like safety and more like hiding. Are friends, no his family, dying out there right now? Dying while he is too busy acting like a baby…If he was even ten years younger the thought would have brought tears to his eyes. But, he isn’t; he’s eighteen and although part of him insists that, as a civilian, he shouldn’t get involved and it’s okay, right, to be hiding in his safe spot. The rest of him, the larger part of him, isn’t buying it. And a blush of shame begins to rise on his still rounded cheeks.
He steps from the vent. Two times two is four. Four times four is sixteen. Sixteen times sixteen is Two hundred and fifty-six-
Takes a step or two…
Two hundred and fifty-six times Two hundred and fifty-six is—
“Lucas!”
And he looks up, quickly, guilty as if he has just been caught with his hand down his pants and not mumbling math. His eyes meet Lonnie’s smile and he could hug her. He’s just so glad to see another person and she could hug him back. He’s crew and, more importantly, he’s a friend. Her arms wrap tight around him and it’s better than the cold comfort of the vent. He hadn’t been hugged this tight since Captain Bridger had the Bridge and he did not realize how much he’s missed it until her arms envelope him He surprises himself by hugging her back; hugging her harder than he’s ever hugged anyone in his life. They stand there revelling in the sensation, the feel of another.
Hudson watches the display before him with some degree of envy. A captain’s role is to be an example and that simple instruction has always set him apart from the crew. Unable to share their joy, he breaks it, “Are you ladies almost finished?”
The effect is predictable. Lonnie Henderson’s mouth sets in wordless disapproval. He can almost read “sexist” on those pursed lips. Lucas, on the other hand, is young enough to be set in place by his choice of words. Still struggling to be a man, he thinks.
“Our first plan of action is to get to the MedBay. I’ve done all that I can for Ford out here. We need real medical supplies. The second thing we have to do is establish the Medbay as our base. Out here, scattered all over the place, we’re sitting ducks.
“Too fucking much, Wolenczak.” He speaks out loud, whispers too low to echo off the ventilation system around him. He rests his head on his knees, careful to contain himself as much as possible. The vent has always been a tight fit and often he had been caught because of a bit of sneaker or a flash of a baseball jersey stubbornly refused to adhere to the smallness of the space. This space had always been safe, perhaps the smallness lending to the illusion of being cuddled; the cold aluminium hungrily wrapping around him in a way that, he supposed, his parents hadn’t.
But it is different this time; different because it’s less like safety and more like hiding. Are friends, no his family, dying out there right now? Dying while he is too busy acting like a baby…If he was even ten years younger the thought would have brought tears to his eyes. But, he isn’t; he’s eighteen and although part of him insists that, as a civilian, he shouldn’t get involved and it’s okay, right, to be hiding in his safe spot. The rest of him, the larger part of him, isn’t buying it. And a blush of shame begins to rise on his still rounded cheeks.
He steps from the vent. Two times two is four. Four times four is sixteen. Sixteen times sixteen is Two hundred and fifty-six-
Takes a step or two…
Two hundred and fifty-six times Two hundred and fifty-six is—
“Lucas!”
And he looks up, quickly, guilty as if he has just been caught with his hand down his pants and not mumbling math. His eyes meet Lonnie’s smile and he could hug her. He’s just so glad to see another person and she could hug him back. He’s crew and, more importantly, he’s a friend. Her arms wrap tight around him and it’s better than the cold comfort of the vent. He hadn’t been hugged this tight since Captain Bridger had the Bridge and he did not realize how much he’s missed it until her arms envelope him He surprises himself by hugging her back; hugging her harder than he’s ever hugged anyone in his life. They stand there revelling in the sensation, the feel of another.
Hudson watches the display before him with some degree of envy. A captain’s role is to be an example and that simple instruction has always set him apart from the crew. Unable to share their joy, he breaks it, “Are you ladies almost finished?”
The effect is predictable. Lonnie Henderson’s mouth sets in wordless disapproval. He can almost read “sexist” on those pursed lips. Lucas, on the other hand, is young enough to be set in place by his choice of words. Still struggling to be a man, he thinks.
“Our first plan of action is to get to the MedBay. I’ve done all that I can for Ford out here. We need real medical supplies. The second thing we have to do is establish the Medbay as our base. Out here, scattered all over the place, we’re sitting ducks.