Disclaimer: I don't own Lost In Space or Warehouse 13. I'm just playing with the characters.
Author's Notes: I started writing this in 2012, well before the "Lost & Found" episode of Warehouse 13 aired. Which means, I came up with a specific artifact independently and my version may behave slightly differently than it did on the show. Imagine my surprise when it popped up on an episode!
The upper deck of the Jupiter 2 was abuzz with activity. Professor Robinson and Major West systematically checked the control panels as the rest of the family searched anxiously out the viewport for their intended destination.
"There it is!" Will exclaimed. He pointed out the small blue-green sphere to his sisters and mother.
"Earth," Mrs. Robinson said wistfully.
"I wish Doctor Smith could see this," Will said sadly. He turned and walked toward the freezing tube that held his friend in stasis. He placed a single hand upon it and studied the face beyond the glass, a face that hadn't aged more than a few days in the last ten years.
His mother came behind him and put comforting hands on his shoulders. "When we land, he'll get the medical attention he needs," she reminded.
That fact was bittersweet, as Will was sure that medical attention would be followed by imprisonment or worse. He couldn't be certain he'd ever see his friend again after they landed. It had been hard enough for him, seeing the doctor every day for ten years, yet not having him as an active part of his life anymore. Will's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by his father.
"You all had better get below and get strapped in," Professor Robinson commanded.
Mrs. Robinson rounded up her family and herded them below to prepare for their arrival.
...
Landing came sooner than Mrs. Robinson and her children had expected. It was a landing so smooth even Doctor Smith, had he been aware of it, wouldn't have been able to find a complaint about it.
No sooner had the ramp been opened for egress than a squad of Military Police stormed their way inside.
"Where is he?" the apparent MP leader demanded.
"Where is who?" the Professor asked innocently.
"You know damn well who. Colonel Smith," came the answer.
The Professor gave a telling glance toward the Major, who understood the meaning perfectly.
"He's in one of the freezing tubes," the Professor responded.
Without another word, the squad made its way to the upper deck, followed closely by the Professor and Major.
Before the leader could reach the controls to the cryogenic chamber, the Professor intercepted him.
"Now wait just a minute," Robinson began. "This man needs medical attention. I won't let you release him until you get certified medical personnel in here to take care of him."
"What do you care?" the squad leader replied. "This man tried to kill you and your family."
"He also saved our lives, several times, over the years," the Professor replied. "He's our friend."
The soldier wrinkled his nose in disgust. "We have our orders," the leader countered and tried to force the Professor out of his way.
With a quick nod toward the Major, a laser rifle sailed his direction, which he caught and quickly leveled at the lead MP. The MP studied it and then quickly glanced toward the Major, finding an identical weapon aimed in his direction.
The leader took a step back. "Alright, Robinson. We'll do it your way." He radioed his superiors to explain the situation, who in turn brought the situation to the attention of General Squires. The General commanded the MPs to wait inside the Jupiter 2 for further instructions.
Smith was alive and he'd returned to Earth. His handlers at Aeolus 14 Umbra would certainly be interested in such news. Unfortunately for Alpha Control, Smith wasn't the only one in the employ of that secret organization. General Squires, the ranking military officer on the project, worked for them as well. It was he who had been able to convince investigators that Smith had acted alone and thus kept the existence of Aeolus 14 Umbra a secret. He placed a call to his contacts to break the news and request orders.
The General was informed that a team of Aeolus 14 Umbra medical personnel would take care of the doctor's medical needs. They knew full well that Smith had been convicted of treason in absentia, but they had plans that required a man of his particular talents. Rather than lose one of their better operatives, they concocted a plan with the General to remove Smith from the base and place him just where they needed him for his next assignment.
...
About half an hour later, the medical team arrived at the ship. The Robinsons and Major West, who had been on high alert since the MPs had arrived, visibly relaxed a little, confident Smith would receive the care he needed.
Major West sat his rifle in one of the command chairs and initiated Doctor Smith's release from years of frozen stasis. The Professor stood just outside the tube, waiting to assist the doctor. Smith tumbled out, unfrozen, but still unconscious, into the Professor's arms. Gently, the Professor settled the doctor to the floor and patted his face, but the doctor didn't respond.
With the Professor's help, the medical team situated Smith on a stretcher.
"No human has ever been in cryogenic stasis this long," one of the medics offered.
Suddenly, Smith's eyes fluttered opened, studied the familiar face hovering over him for a moment, and then narrowed in suspicion. "Professor… Robinson?" The face smiled back at him, but it seemed much older than he remembered.
"Where?" was all Smith could manage.
"Earth," the Professor answered.
A tiny smile tugged at the doctor's lips, but lacked the energy to fully form. More faces joined the Professor's, all familiar, yet all older. The Major, Judy, Mrs. Robinson, Penny. His mind rattled through the names with clarity. He puzzled a moment over the last face. "Will?"
The young man smiled and nodded.
"You've... grown," Smith observed. "How long?"
"Ten years," Will replied.
"Ten... years?" Smith's brow furrowed in disbelief.
An oxygen mask was lowered over the doctor's face, cutting short the brief reunion.
"We have surgeons waiting. We have to get him out of here now," one of the medics announced.
The Professor nodded. Still brandishing his laser rifle, he and his family followed the medical team down the ramp into a waiting vehicle which was headed for the base hospital. The first order of business was to get the doctor to surgery. The second order of business was to get physicals for the rest of the Jupiter 2 crew.
Once they arrived at the hospital, a few of the medical team distracted the Professor and the others while the rest of the team secreted Doctor Smith away to their Aeolus 14 Umbra facilities. Having their own medical check-ups to complete, the Robinsons would have no idea something was wrong for hours yet.
...
The surgeons were scrubbed and ready when Smith arrived.
"We're to repair a mitral valve prolapse, correct?" one of the surgeons asked.
"Yes," one of the Aeolus 14 Umbra operatives confirmed. "And you are to implant this, under my supervision." He brandished a small device that looked like a computer chip with several small, thin fibers extending from it.
Several members of the surgical team looked puzzled and the operative elaborated. "It is a control device."
"But... I thought Smith was already under Aeolus control," one of the surgeons stated.
"He is, but this new device will provide us with finer control than an artifact ever would. It will not only provide us complete control over the doctor, it will allow us to suppress whatever memories we wish. He won't even know he's working for us again."
"And what he doesn't know, won't hurt us," someone concluded.
"Precisely," the operative confirmed.