disclaimer: SeaQuest DSV and all its included characters don't belong to
me, they do in fact belong to
others who are not me. i.e don't sue me k. I make no profit from this its all for fun
Note: this story is set after the show ended during season 3, I know, I know that means Hudson
so to all those people who have issues with him deal
rated pg-13 for the probability of issues later on, further warnings will be given withen chapters
Hope
Through out time the sky has continued to change, the sun has continued to rise and fall, and things will continue to remain the same. Besides these undisputed facts remain that choices will be made and have been made. Choices shape our lives while slowly driving us mad. Ghosts, spirits of unknown consequences, these are really the creators of our existence for if they did not exist neither would we.
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September 2034
The bleak sky was beginning to glow as the sun rose on the horizon. It was another day, and another chance to die. Hope would never be gained from this scene, and few people would ever know what it meant to lose. Tim knew what it was like to have hope for he had been living it for the past year. A year that had gone by too fast, and whose close had left him back where he had started, completely alone, and in a prison he could never escape from completely.
Tim turned away from the illuminated part of his gray wall that had been the focus of his attention and retreated back into the relative safety of the darkness. It was only now, in the darkness, that he could relax somewhat. Where the constant fear of living, of being crushed in by his surroundings, was held at bay. He found the stale air almost soothing as he sank down onto the floor again. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness so did his mind wander.
'No don't think about that!" he chastised himself " its not like remembering will do any good. Your alone, deal with it. You made your choice. Your alone." As the words hung in the air the self-loathing contained in those words could not be dismissed. Life had turned into a constant struggle for survival, and memories clouded his mind constantly. While memories occupied his days, nightmares plagued his short periods of rest until finally all that was left was exhaustion, and self-contained madness. The truth was he didn't want to remember what he had lost, but in the end sleep would always claim him, and make him a prisoner of his mind once more.
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others who are not me. i.e don't sue me k. I make no profit from this its all for fun
Note: this story is set after the show ended during season 3, I know, I know that means Hudson
so to all those people who have issues with him deal
rated pg-13 for the probability of issues later on, further warnings will be given withen chapters
Hope
Through out time the sky has continued to change, the sun has continued to rise and fall, and things will continue to remain the same. Besides these undisputed facts remain that choices will be made and have been made. Choices shape our lives while slowly driving us mad. Ghosts, spirits of unknown consequences, these are really the creators of our existence for if they did not exist neither would we.
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September 2034
The bleak sky was beginning to glow as the sun rose on the horizon. It was another day, and another chance to die. Hope would never be gained from this scene, and few people would ever know what it meant to lose. Tim knew what it was like to have hope for he had been living it for the past year. A year that had gone by too fast, and whose close had left him back where he had started, completely alone, and in a prison he could never escape from completely.
Tim turned away from the illuminated part of his gray wall that had been the focus of his attention and retreated back into the relative safety of the darkness. It was only now, in the darkness, that he could relax somewhat. Where the constant fear of living, of being crushed in by his surroundings, was held at bay. He found the stale air almost soothing as he sank down onto the floor again. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness so did his mind wander.
'No don't think about that!" he chastised himself " its not like remembering will do any good. Your alone, deal with it. You made your choice. Your alone." As the words hung in the air the self-loathing contained in those words could not be dismissed. Life had turned into a constant struggle for survival, and memories clouded his mind constantly. While memories occupied his days, nightmares plagued his short periods of rest until finally all that was left was exhaustion, and self-contained madness. The truth was he didn't want to remember what he had lost, but in the end sleep would always claim him, and make him a prisoner of his mind once more.
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