The End is Never Final
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Category:
S through Z › SeaQuest
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
37
Views:
1,894
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-Five
The knock on his door came as no surprise. Ever since Tony and Lucas started sharing a room, the door is almost always open. The surprise comes, rather, in who is at the door, especially since Nathan Bridger already sits in the cramped quarters, an excited teenager babbling. No bruised throat is going to keep him quiet, although, the bruises are shocking and the voice that uses it is a little huskier than usual.
It is Piccolo who gets the door, slings it casually open, unafraid of hitting any of the discarded clutter littering the floor. The sight of Hudson standing there, arms crossed and one of the few expressions that he is capable of, a slightly grim one as opposed to pissed off.
“Can I borrow Mr. Wolenczak?”
“S-sure.” Lucas comes to the door. His walk is casual, but when he reaches to close the door behind him, his hand trembles slightly. “What’s up, sir?”
“I want you to enlist.” He pauses, arms still crossed. “Join my crew.”
“What?” Shock and disbelief register through his voice.
Hudson leans against the wall; the very picture of nonchalance, “You would make a great asset to this ship.”
Lucas’ tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip, running over the scabs, to keep the laughter inside. One hand runs through his hair, pushing the long strands from his face, mimicking Hudson’s apparent nonchalance, “I thought you hated me.”
Hudson laughs, the sound is rich and deep. When he is finished, he closes the gap between them, arms still crossed, bending at the waist. His mouth rests inches from Lucas’ ear and when he speaks the tone is low, a contrast to the brashness of that laugh. “I don’t hate anyone under my command, Wolenczak. I just keep them alive.”
A small furrow appears, marring Lucas’ forehead. The blue eyes are wide and all too readable. It’s obvious that his thoughts are momentarily elsewhere, momentarily with Tim O’Neil, Manilow Crocker and a few other precious friends. The furrow doesn’t last long and when his attention comes back to Hudson, it’s possible to doubt that it was ever there at all.
“You don’t need me to enlist. I’m already a member of this crew.” He crosses his arms, taking a stance quite similar to his Captain’s. He leans in, continuing to close the gap between them, “And don’t give me any crap about not wanting civilians on your sub.”
He straightens with one quick movement. Arms dropping from his chest and reaching for the door handle. With another move, he’s framed by the doorway. Looking back at Hudson, the superior officer still standing, his mouth slightly agape, Lucas winks. A small smile graces his mouth, obvious by-product of a vibrant and somewhat arrogant mind.
Then he’s gone, leaving Hudson standing alone in the corridor. He walks, pausing once to shake his head. (It’s going to be okay. I have a really good crew). Moving again, he doesn’t pause until he reaches his destination.
It is Piccolo who gets the door, slings it casually open, unafraid of hitting any of the discarded clutter littering the floor. The sight of Hudson standing there, arms crossed and one of the few expressions that he is capable of, a slightly grim one as opposed to pissed off.
“Can I borrow Mr. Wolenczak?”
“S-sure.” Lucas comes to the door. His walk is casual, but when he reaches to close the door behind him, his hand trembles slightly. “What’s up, sir?”
“I want you to enlist.” He pauses, arms still crossed. “Join my crew.”
“What?” Shock and disbelief register through his voice.
Hudson leans against the wall; the very picture of nonchalance, “You would make a great asset to this ship.”
Lucas’ tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip, running over the scabs, to keep the laughter inside. One hand runs through his hair, pushing the long strands from his face, mimicking Hudson’s apparent nonchalance, “I thought you hated me.”
Hudson laughs, the sound is rich and deep. When he is finished, he closes the gap between them, arms still crossed, bending at the waist. His mouth rests inches from Lucas’ ear and when he speaks the tone is low, a contrast to the brashness of that laugh. “I don’t hate anyone under my command, Wolenczak. I just keep them alive.”
A small furrow appears, marring Lucas’ forehead. The blue eyes are wide and all too readable. It’s obvious that his thoughts are momentarily elsewhere, momentarily with Tim O’Neil, Manilow Crocker and a few other precious friends. The furrow doesn’t last long and when his attention comes back to Hudson, it’s possible to doubt that it was ever there at all.
“You don’t need me to enlist. I’m already a member of this crew.” He crosses his arms, taking a stance quite similar to his Captain’s. He leans in, continuing to close the gap between them, “And don’t give me any crap about not wanting civilians on your sub.”
He straightens with one quick movement. Arms dropping from his chest and reaching for the door handle. With another move, he’s framed by the doorway. Looking back at Hudson, the superior officer still standing, his mouth slightly agape, Lucas winks. A small smile graces his mouth, obvious by-product of a vibrant and somewhat arrogant mind.
Then he’s gone, leaving Hudson standing alone in the corridor. He walks, pausing once to shake his head. (It’s going to be okay. I have a really good crew). Moving again, he doesn’t pause until he reaches his destination.