The End is Never Final
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Category:
S through Z › SeaQuest
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
1,851
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own SeaQuest DSV, and I do not make any money from this writing.
Chapter Eleven
The Medbay is a mess. Stretchers upturned and supplies thrown everywhere, locating the appropriate equipment to treat Commander Ford is a task. Lonnie and Lucas both tidy-up while Captain Hudson treats Ford’s wounds. Lonnie stops her work only once to assist the captain. Although Ford is doing quite well, all things considered, she nervously jokes about how nice it would be to have a doctor around.
“My bedside manner needs some work; I’ll be the first to admit that. But I got the job done.” He smiles, “Commander Ford should pull through. Thank you for your assistance Henderson.”
“You’re more than welcome.” She touches Ford’s forehead, tender and gentle strokes, “I’m glad that he’ll be okay.
“Yeah, he will, but what about everyone else?”
“Mr. Wolenczak, you’re concern is touching, but we have no idea what we’re dealing with.”
Blue eyes flash with anger. “I know what we’re dealing with. We’re dealing with strange men with guns. Men who killed O’Neil and god knows who else!”
“Do not yell at me, Wolenczak. I already don’t want you on my boat. Do yourself a favour and shut the fuck up.”
Lonnie holds her arms out, stepping between them. “Whoa, with all due respect, now really isn’t the time for this.”
Neither man has a chance to respond, a crash near the door makes all of them freeze. Hudson’s head whips towards the door and his gun is out and ready, all without thought. A uniformed man stands in the doorway, gun in hand and a deep scowl on his face. “I would suggest disarming yourself, Captain. Unless,” the gun moves to point at Lucas, the youngest looking and the only one not in uniform, “you want to watch the kid die.”
Hudson gently places the gun on the floor, free hand in the air to show surrender. Once it is on the floor he kicks it away. It skids, ungracefully, across the floor before coming to a full stop near the feet of their captor.
“My bedside manner needs some work; I’ll be the first to admit that. But I got the job done.” He smiles, “Commander Ford should pull through. Thank you for your assistance Henderson.”
“You’re more than welcome.” She touches Ford’s forehead, tender and gentle strokes, “I’m glad that he’ll be okay.
“Yeah, he will, but what about everyone else?”
“Mr. Wolenczak, you’re concern is touching, but we have no idea what we’re dealing with.”
Blue eyes flash with anger. “I know what we’re dealing with. We’re dealing with strange men with guns. Men who killed O’Neil and god knows who else!”
“Do not yell at me, Wolenczak. I already don’t want you on my boat. Do yourself a favour and shut the fuck up.”
Lonnie holds her arms out, stepping between them. “Whoa, with all due respect, now really isn’t the time for this.”
Neither man has a chance to respond, a crash near the door makes all of them freeze. Hudson’s head whips towards the door and his gun is out and ready, all without thought. A uniformed man stands in the doorway, gun in hand and a deep scowl on his face. “I would suggest disarming yourself, Captain. Unless,” the gun moves to point at Lucas, the youngest looking and the only one not in uniform, “you want to watch the kid die.”
Hudson gently places the gun on the floor, free hand in the air to show surrender. Once it is on the floor he kicks it away. It skids, ungracefully, across the floor before coming to a full stop near the feet of their captor.