Title: Cliffnotes September 4, 2000
Author: Chance
E-mail: chance1562@aol.com
Feedback: Yes
Category: Family, angst
Pairing: n/a
Spoilers: For "Nothing But the Truth"...sort of
Season/sequel/series: Cliffnotes
Rating: PG
Content warnings: None
Summary: In Cliffnotes
Archive: Wanderings, ELF Command, Avant Garde, WWOMB, Sandra, and the Chronicles. Anyone else ask me first please
Disclaimer: I don't own seaQuest. Corporate types leave me alone
Author's notes: Thanks as always to Shannon for the beta I decided to mess with canon a bit, in a way anyway
For AT, I miss you.
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God, why did things like this keep happening to his family? Captain Nathan Bridger - once retired and now _really_ wishing he'd stayed that way - sat worrying, waiting for the next call..._hoping_ for the next call. How long had it been now? He glanced at his watch and saw that the stubborn minute hand had refused to move yet again.
It was supposed to have been a simple procedure. Remove most of the crew from the seaQuest, then flood it to see if his hull syphons would work. Instead, they had commandos in control of the boat, his people running and hiding, and his son, _his son_ was one of them! Why hadn't he just _made_ Lucas come upworld with him? It would have been the sensible thing to do. But no, he'd given in to the boy's bid for independence and had given him permission to go up on the last launch so Lucas could finish up some work.
He hadn't been able to deny Lucas much since Carol's death. Thankfully, Lucas never asked for anything outrageous, but he'd been "feeling his oats" lately. If not wanting to get out from under the shadow completely, he at least wanted his own to show. Nathan had understood, knowing he had a tendancy to hover.
He'd _known_ Lucas was up to something, but he hadn't listened to himself. Instead he'd given in and now Lucas was in the most danger he'd been in since the kidnapping. Had his family been cursed for some imagined trangression? First Robert, then Carol. He could only pray that Lucas wouldn't follow the same path; his son had to survive. He just _had_ to.
What time was it now? The minute hand had only moved another fraction ahead and he felt the need to tear his hair out. What was _happening_ on that boat?
"Incoming message..."
Author: Chance
E-mail: chance1562@aol.com
Feedback: Yes
Category: Family, angst
Pairing: n/a
Spoilers: For "Nothing But the Truth"...sort of
Season/sequel/series: Cliffnotes
Rating: PG
Content warnings: None
Summary: In Cliffnotes
Archive: Wanderings, ELF Command, Avant Garde, WWOMB, Sandra, and the Chronicles. Anyone else ask me first please
Disclaimer: I don't own seaQuest. Corporate types leave me alone
Author's notes: Thanks as always to Shannon for the beta
For AT, I miss you.
****
God, why did things like this keep happening to his family? Captain Nathan Bridger - once retired and now _really_ wishing he'd stayed that way - sat worrying, waiting for the next call..._hoping_ for the next call. How long had it been now? He glanced at his watch and saw that the stubborn minute hand had refused to move yet again.
It was supposed to have been a simple procedure. Remove most of the crew from the seaQuest, then flood it to see if his hull syphons would work. Instead, they had commandos in control of the boat, his people running and hiding, and his son, _his son_ was one of them! Why hadn't he just _made_ Lucas come upworld with him? It would have been the sensible thing to do. But no, he'd given in to the boy's bid for independence and had given him permission to go up on the last launch so Lucas could finish up some work.
He hadn't been able to deny Lucas much since Carol's death. Thankfully, Lucas never asked for anything outrageous, but he'd been "feeling his oats" lately. If not wanting to get out from under the shadow completely, he at least wanted his own to show. Nathan had understood, knowing he had a tendancy to hover.
He'd _known_ Lucas was up to something, but he hadn't listened to himself. Instead he'd given in and now Lucas was in the most danger he'd been in since the kidnapping. Had his family been cursed for some imagined trangression? First Robert, then Carol. He could only pray that Lucas wouldn't follow the same path; his son had to survive. He just _had_ to.
What time was it now? The minute hand had only moved another fraction ahead and he felt the need to tear his hair out. What was _happening_ on that boat?
"Incoming message..."