Quisvis

Title: Quisvis - Whoever You Want
Author: Aewnaur
Email: Aewnaur@yahoo.com
Permission to archive: Yes, anywhere
Fandom(s): seaQuest
Genre (general, hetero or slash): slash but not for a while
Pairing/Characters: eventual Lucas/Ben
Rating: FRAO
Summary: The birth and journey of a TRUE Soldier.
Warnings: I hate saying that anything is AU but I am giving Lucas a diffrent
background before the show. There will be abuse.. ok lets just say very
bad things will happen in this story. I know that Lucas is underage and I
will try not to get too graphic, most of the bad stuff will happen in
flashback. Also there will eventualy be cutting and other self destructive
behaviors, though I will give fair warning for triggering.
Notes: I was unsure about Lucas' birthdate and education so I just
gave him what fit the story.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to my beta's AriChanda and Chantal.
Disclaimer: I don't own seaQuest or any of the seaQuest characters.

@#$%^&*()

Quisvis

Chapter One: Blood

New Cape Quest 2015

The twelve year old genius sat on the stairs, pulling at the frayed
edges of the runner, listening to his parents fighting , again. He had
been home almost a week this time before the arguing had spilled
over from the bedroom to the rest of the house. ‘At least they
attempted to hide it this time,’ he scoffed to himself. Then he
heard his mother screech.

“If it weren’t for the twelve hours of labor I went through, I would
think that boy was one of your experiments. He is a freak, Lawrence.”

“Would you keep your voice down, he might hear you,” Mr.
Wolenczak hissed.

“Oh, like you care. The only reason you want him here this weekend
is to see if you can make any money off him. You can’t fool me,
Lawrence. I know you too well,” Katherine Wolenczak sneered.

Lucas’s mind raced. Money? How had his father found out about
that? He had thought he had hidden his money well. The only person
who knew about the programs he had sold was his old computer
science professor. The man specialized in artificial intelligence and had
been one of the few people to treat Lucas as an equal. They had been
able to talk on an intellectual level that had most people confused in the
first few minutes. Lucas had trusted the man, had in fact, thought of
the man as a friend. He had trusted Professor Kimble with his secrets,
all of them, from the terrible fights that had driven him from his home
and into the college dorms to the new software company Lucas had
just started.

Professor Kimble had been speaking to his father. The thought hit
Lucas hard. The one person he had trusted had betrayed him to
his father. He had been hoping to stockpile some money and runaway
during the semester.

Vanish.

Be gone.

Away from his parents and their never ending fights, away from the
stares of his peers. Away from the unending scrutiny of why exactly
did he of all people have this amazing off the charts IQ and still have
no idea what he wanted to do. Just fade away. But if his father knew
about his money all of that was just another dream, another shattered
illusion because of his own stupidity in trusting someone else. He
vowed then and there sitting in the upper stairwell of his parents
house that he would never trust another living soul. No matter what.

^

The party was already in full swing when Lucas finally made an
appearance. His mother had left several days ago, after declaring
that she just ‘couldn’t live in the house with that boy sneaking around
at all hours of the day and night’. His father had been less than happy
that his hostess had left the party details to him at the last minute and
had taken his anger out on ‘that boy’. He moved slowly down the
stairs, careful not to jar his ribs too badly. The room was full of stuffy
business men and equally stuffy scientists. He hated these ‘meet and
greet’ parties his father always arranged.

He almost stumbled down the last few stairs as his father called his
name. He cringed under the stares that turned his way. Of course
that is why his father had done it, raising ones voice in public was
strictly forbidden, unless one wanted to draw attention to ones self.
He could just hear his mother’s nasal voice lecturing him, if only she
had bothered to tell his father. ‘Pull yourself together Luke,’ he
thought. His father would just be upset again if Lucas didn’t put
on the perfect performance for the public. And at this point Lucas
didn’t think he could take much more of his fathers displeasure.

He wove his way through the crowd to his father’s side just in time
to hear the end of a conversation.

“… you have to agree that it would be worth it for an hour or two.”
Mr. Wolenczak stopped speaking when he noticed his son. “Ah,
here he is now. Lucas, I’d like you to meet a business associate
of mine. Harold Porter, my son Lucas.”

“It’s a pleasure sir,” Lucas said as he stuck out his hand for a manly
shake, just like he had been taught.

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine Lucas.”

The man’s voice sent unpleasant shivers down Lucas’s spine. The man
even sounded like a snake. Perfect associate for his father. Lucas
swallowed almost convulsively as his throat dried out. He was getting
a very bad feeling from the look of glee that graced his father’s face.
His father happy while he was around was never a good sign for him.
Lucas’s gaze slid warily to his father for guidance. Something was
going on here and Lucas was sure it involved him in some way. The
senior Wolenczak’s smile grew broader at the look his son was giving
him.

“Well,” Lawrence clapped his hands together to break the
uncomfortable silence of his two companions, “I have some people
to greet. I will leave the two of you to get better acquainted. Harold.”
He shook the mans hand, then turned to his son, facing away from the
other business man, “Lucas,” he fairly hissed the name.

Lucas almost flinched at his father’s tone. There was no need for
further instructions, an entire conversation had been held in that tone.
Lucas sighed as he nodded back to his father, he understood and he
would obey. This was the reason his father had wanted him home this
weekend. Whatever deal Mr. Wolenczak had going, it rested with this
man and if Lucas somehow messed it up he would pay. Blood, sweat
and tears. It was just a fact of life for him. He pasted on the public
smile and turned to fully face the older man.


^

Several hours later, Lucas stumbled back up the stairs. Mr. Porter turned
out to be not so bad after all. He had been slipping Lucas some of his
drinks all night. Not having had anything to do with alcohol before it had
gone straight to the teen’s head and now he was quite tipsy. ‘In fact,’
the thought with a giggle, ‘I’m drunk.’ His feet were feeling quite heavy
and uncoordinated as he attempted to ascend the stairs back up to his
room. He didn’t quite make it as the toe of his trainers caught the riser.
He cringed inwardly at the thought that he would fall backwards. It
wasn’t so much the fall that worried him, it was his father’s reaction to
him being drunk. The thought was almost enough to sober him, almost.
He giggled as an arm around his waist caught him before he completed
his fall.

“Let’s get you up these stairs before your father sees you. Yes?” The
good Mr. Porter looked down at the giggling teen with a slight smile.
Not that he really believed the elder Wolenczak would say anything,
especially considering it was his idea to get the teen drunk. It would,
if nothing else, make the next few hours very entertaining.

Lucas closed his eyes and let himself be led along, concentrating only
on placing one foot in front of the other. His head was swimming in a
pleasant fog. The sounds from the party still in full swing down stairs
just barely drifting though his inebriated brain. To him the voices and
laughter sounded like they were underwater, he thought about the
translator he had been working on in his spare time. Visions of
schematics and equations filtered through his mind, how easily he
could change a multi-lingual translator into an inter-species translator.
He felt himself pushed down on something soft and he tried to snuggle
down into the blankets. He felt like he was floating again. Whale song,
hmm, no it would be too hard to work with the huge mammals.
Dolphins? Yeah, that might work. There were plenty of marine facilities
that held dolphins he could work with.

As his mind started calculating the variables that would need to be
changed and included to translate dolphin squeaks into a human
language, he felt his shirt being removed. ‘Huh? What,’ he thought.
His parents had never bothered to undress him before. They just
left him where ever he fell if he couldn’t make it back to his room.
He pried his eyes open in confusion. Oh! Mr. Porter was helping
him to bed. Strange, that a man he had just met would be undressing
him. He looked around for a second as Mr. Porter slid his pants
down his legs. Hmm, the man had put him in one of the guest rooms.
He must not have known where Lucas’s rooms were.

What the hell? Lucas thought through the fog of alcohol that was
slowly receding in his panic. No way should this man be touching
him this way! He tried to push the hands away but his arms wouldn’t
move. As his mind was becoming more aware of what was going on
around him, his body was responding less and less. He tried to
swallow back the fear and panic, swallowing convulsively, only to
find that even his throat wasn’t responding like it was supposed to.
He heard a noise to his side and thought he was saved.

“Ah-Ah Porter, not until I get my money. Then you can do anything
you want as long as you don’t mess up his face,” Lawrence Wolenczak
smirked.

A few minutes later Wolenczak smirked down into his son’s accusing
eyes. “This is the first lesson. Learn it well, it will be repeated as often
as necessary,” he stuffed the small stack of bills in to his pocket and
headed to the adjoining room. He flipped on the video recorder and
made sure it was recording properly before leaving the house all
together. He might enjoy watching his son scream but what was going
to be happening in that room was just… sick. He smirked as the car
pulled away from the house.

@)(@
^