The End is Never Final
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Category:
S through Z › SeaQuest
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
1,866
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 Nineteen
Events pass in a surreal blur. One moment, he’s muttering the standard nonsensical words of comfort and, in the next, he’s being grasped around the shoulders and shaken. Three hard shakes have his teeth rattling within his closed mouth. Unshed tears blur his vision; the result of shock more than actual physical discomfort.
“W-what?” He can’t finish the question, which is probably just as well. The hands leave him unbalanced enough to fall. Immediately Lonnie’s hands are on him, comforting, helping him to his feet. She is behind him, so Lucas misses the glare that she shoots the Captain. He ignores her, his jaw set and “I AM THE BOSS” may as well be written on his forehead.
“What are you doing? With all due respect, sir, I don’t think that any of this is called for,” Her voice is low, but her eyes are flashing and anger brings a pretty flush to her cheekbones.
His facial expression doesn’t soften under the assault of her stare. So consumed is she by the scene before her that she doesn’t notice Lucas’ reaction. Her primary reason for being over in this section of the Engine Room doesn’t seem to be in the Engine Room at all. His eyes devoid of any heat, he only stares blankly at the ground. Something isn’t right (His one glazed eye stares at him. His lips cracked and bloody form a grotesque smile. His voice will be devoid of all human emotion…will sound like nails on a chalkboard to his fragile mind…will leave him crazily clawing at his own ears, trying to escape that sound. Please don’t let me be crazy…And please, oh please, if anyone is listening…don’t let me be crazy) behind those blue eyes. And the evidence is the teeth that he’s currently pushing through his own bottom lip, leaving it a bloody tatter. A drop of the escaping liquid runs down his chin.
“Henderson, move out of the way.”
“I don’t think-”
“That is an order.” And she reluctantly moves, painfully aware that her movement means that there isn’t a human shield between the Captain and Lucas anymore. Hudson reaches out, grabbing the younger man by the shoulders again. “What is wrong with you?”
(And he’s going to get me and I know that he is and please oh please if anyone is listening don’t let him get me and I’m a dead man and isn’t that the real root of the problem ladies and gentlemen? I’m a dead man because he’s already dead and it’s only a matter of time before he decides to pop up and say hi…)
For the first time, understanding hits Lonnie with a full frame body slam, “What is he saying? What’s wrong with him?”
“Not sure, but that’s what he was saying to Ford a minute ago.” One hand moves from the shoulder; prying open one blue eye, looking for a dilated pupil. “Could be drugs. Who knows? You stay with Commander Ford. Mr. Wolenczak is going to sit with me for awhile.”
“W-what?” He can’t finish the question, which is probably just as well. The hands leave him unbalanced enough to fall. Immediately Lonnie’s hands are on him, comforting, helping him to his feet. She is behind him, so Lucas misses the glare that she shoots the Captain. He ignores her, his jaw set and “I AM THE BOSS” may as well be written on his forehead.
“What are you doing? With all due respect, sir, I don’t think that any of this is called for,” Her voice is low, but her eyes are flashing and anger brings a pretty flush to her cheekbones.
His facial expression doesn’t soften under the assault of her stare. So consumed is she by the scene before her that she doesn’t notice Lucas’ reaction. Her primary reason for being over in this section of the Engine Room doesn’t seem to be in the Engine Room at all. His eyes devoid of any heat, he only stares blankly at the ground. Something isn’t right (His one glazed eye stares at him. His lips cracked and bloody form a grotesque smile. His voice will be devoid of all human emotion…will sound like nails on a chalkboard to his fragile mind…will leave him crazily clawing at his own ears, trying to escape that sound. Please don’t let me be crazy…And please, oh please, if anyone is listening…don’t let me be crazy) behind those blue eyes. And the evidence is the teeth that he’s currently pushing through his own bottom lip, leaving it a bloody tatter. A drop of the escaping liquid runs down his chin.
“Henderson, move out of the way.”
“I don’t think-”
“That is an order.” And she reluctantly moves, painfully aware that her movement means that there isn’t a human shield between the Captain and Lucas anymore. Hudson reaches out, grabbing the younger man by the shoulders again. “What is wrong with you?”
(And he’s going to get me and I know that he is and please oh please if anyone is listening don’t let him get me and I’m a dead man and isn’t that the real root of the problem ladies and gentlemen? I’m a dead man because he’s already dead and it’s only a matter of time before he decides to pop up and say hi…)
For the first time, understanding hits Lonnie with a full frame body slam, “What is he saying? What’s wrong with him?”
“Not sure, but that’s what he was saying to Ford a minute ago.” One hand moves from the shoulder; prying open one blue eye, looking for a dilated pupil. “Could be drugs. Who knows? You stay with Commander Ford. Mr. Wolenczak is going to sit with me for awhile.”