The End is Never Final
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Category:
S through Z › SeaQuest
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
1,875
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own SeaQuest DSV, and I do not make any money from this writing.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The MedBay floor is hard and cold. Throw in a couple of grass clumps, Tony thinks, and it would be amazingly similar to lying on hard ground. Shifting position, he is momentarily shocked to realize that the floor can feel worse. An abandoned medical instrument jabs into a gill and he fights the urge to let out a string of profanity that would leave an old-fashioned truck driver blushing.
“Psst, are you asleep?” The irritating question comes from the mouth of Ben Krieg (what a surprise there). The Lieutenant is standing watch, although in Tony’s humble opinion, the deck of cards on the floor are being watched a whole lot more carefully than the door.
“Your turn ain’t up yet, so let me sleep.”
“You weren’t sleeping, so I don’t see the harm in keeping me a little company.” His voice carries an edge of defence and Tony wants, suddenly and quite badly, to knock him one upside the head. “Besides, you only have half an hour before it is your turn. You can’t really do much sleeping in half an hour.
Tony sits up, legs crossed in front of him, “What do you want?”
Ben shifts, uncomfortably, as if his mother just walked in at a very inopportune moment, “Nothing. Really just a little company to pass the time.”
“You’re scared shitless aren’t you?”
Ben’s face turns as red as a cherry tomato. “What are you suggesting? That I can’t handle this? I’ll have you know I was trained for this, Piccolo! Why don’t you just shut up and go to sleep?”
It’s Tony’s turn to get mad and he does so, but there is a hint of comfort in his voice despite the harsh edge to his words, “Look, Brain-dead, we’re all scared shitless. Don’t you think that Commander Hitchcock’s scared? Or that the fucking Captain’s probably scared? Training doesn’t mean that you’re prepared to have something happen to you! Just shut up and let me have my half an hour’s worth of sleep.”
It’s quiet for a moment. The air thick with the friction of their words. Somewhere to the left of them, Katie snores gently, adding to the feelings of isolation. Tony watches the dark, his breathing harsh and heavy. Ben puts down an Ace of Spades before packing up his deck.
“Tony…” The word hangs, unacknowledged, in the air between them. The weight of it crushing them both, “I know that we’re all scared. I just don’t want to be scared…”
If Tony hears him, he doesn’t answer. Maybe he doesn’t feel like there’s anything left to say or maybe there’s too much to say. Either way, they exchange places less than fifteen minutes later. The cards are left out for his use, a token of friendship or of apology. They don’t get used. The darkness is far too thick for games.
“Psst, are you asleep?” The irritating question comes from the mouth of Ben Krieg (what a surprise there). The Lieutenant is standing watch, although in Tony’s humble opinion, the deck of cards on the floor are being watched a whole lot more carefully than the door.
“Your turn ain’t up yet, so let me sleep.”
“You weren’t sleeping, so I don’t see the harm in keeping me a little company.” His voice carries an edge of defence and Tony wants, suddenly and quite badly, to knock him one upside the head. “Besides, you only have half an hour before it is your turn. You can’t really do much sleeping in half an hour.
Tony sits up, legs crossed in front of him, “What do you want?”
Ben shifts, uncomfortably, as if his mother just walked in at a very inopportune moment, “Nothing. Really just a little company to pass the time.”
“You’re scared shitless aren’t you?”
Ben’s face turns as red as a cherry tomato. “What are you suggesting? That I can’t handle this? I’ll have you know I was trained for this, Piccolo! Why don’t you just shut up and go to sleep?”
It’s Tony’s turn to get mad and he does so, but there is a hint of comfort in his voice despite the harsh edge to his words, “Look, Brain-dead, we’re all scared shitless. Don’t you think that Commander Hitchcock’s scared? Or that the fucking Captain’s probably scared? Training doesn’t mean that you’re prepared to have something happen to you! Just shut up and let me have my half an hour’s worth of sleep.”
It’s quiet for a moment. The air thick with the friction of their words. Somewhere to the left of them, Katie snores gently, adding to the feelings of isolation. Tony watches the dark, his breathing harsh and heavy. Ben puts down an Ace of Spades before packing up his deck.
“Tony…” The word hangs, unacknowledged, in the air between them. The weight of it crushing them both, “I know that we’re all scared. I just don’t want to be scared…”
If Tony hears him, he doesn’t answer. Maybe he doesn’t feel like there’s anything left to say or maybe there’s too much to say. Either way, they exchange places less than fifteen minutes later. The cards are left out for his use, a token of friendship or of apology. They don’t get used. The darkness is far too thick for games.