The End is Never Final
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Category:
S through Z › SeaQuest
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
1,887
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 Thirty-One
The sea crab rolls into the docking bay. The area is silent, the normal bustle of officers and science personnel seem to be distant memories. A wave of sickness washes over him. Almost a year off the damn thing and the seaQuest still firmly remained fixed in his mind as his. The fact that she nay be in danger, no, is in danger, is hitting him like a shot in the nuts.
“Stop!”
The sound freezes his blood and he reaches for the gun that he carried for most of his military career before realizing that he isn’t carrying it. He raises his arms, declaring himself unarmed. His heart pounds, maybe a little too quickly, inside his chest and he can almost hear the adrenaline pouring into his sluggish veins.
“Captain Bridger?”
The figure walks from the shadows, first the gun comes into view followed by the unmistakable figure of a man. Bridger blinks, the action is exaggerated by surprise, “Dr. Wolenczak? What the hell are you doing here?”
He laughs, the sound is easy, good. “I could ask you the same question.”
Wolenczak lowers his gun, but doesn’t drop it. Instead, it sits awkwardly in his hand, pointed timidly towards the floor. “We have to get out of here, Captain, before they come back. I’ll fill you in as we walk.”
“Stop!”
The sound freezes his blood and he reaches for the gun that he carried for most of his military career before realizing that he isn’t carrying it. He raises his arms, declaring himself unarmed. His heart pounds, maybe a little too quickly, inside his chest and he can almost hear the adrenaline pouring into his sluggish veins.
“Captain Bridger?”
The figure walks from the shadows, first the gun comes into view followed by the unmistakable figure of a man. Bridger blinks, the action is exaggerated by surprise, “Dr. Wolenczak? What the hell are you doing here?”
He laughs, the sound is easy, good. “I could ask you the same question.”
Wolenczak lowers his gun, but doesn’t drop it. Instead, it sits awkwardly in his hand, pointed timidly towards the floor. “We have to get out of here, Captain, before they come back. I’ll fill you in as we walk.”