Disclaimer: If seaQuest and its characters were mine, no one in the first season would have left, characters would have developed more and Lucas would have gotten a haircut in the third season. Not to mention, it would still be running until Bridger becomes an Admiral and Lucas gets to captain his own boat.

I have only known seaQuest for a measly two weeks now so I don't presume to know all of its characters' quirks and habits. I wrote this because, though it's been a mind-boggling ten years now, Jonathan Brandis' death hit me real hard. And once I learned that Roy's gone as well, my strange desire of writing reunions and happy endings kicked in and this was born. Jonathan Brandis was a star in his own right back in the day, and though he didn't get as much screen time after seaQuest, I think that if he just held on he would've come back better and brighter. Ending his life was a stupid, stupid thing because talent is talent and he had that in bucket loads it's unbelievable and life, ever so subtly, always gives us second chances.

I will remember you in your greatest moments, JB. This one's for you and for all of us fans –past, present and future—that you've left behind.

Regrets and Second Chances
Chapter One: Suspend Disbelief

It was a stormy night.

Former Captain Nathan Hale Bridger of the seaQuest hurriedly boarded his windows, knowing from experience that strong gusts of wind and his scattered notes do not agree with each other. True, he had his computers to store his data in, but notes on paper had its charms as well. For one, it wouldn't suddenly die on you without any kind of explanation. He was proficient with computers, he had to be, but trouble-shooting was just not his forte.

That had been one young man's—a young man he couldn't completely forget, not even after all these years. Lucas, Lieutenant Wolenczak now, had been a son to him in all but blood after all.

But that had been before. Before the whole mess in Hyperion. Before they returned miraculously back on Earth. Before Lucas enlisted in the Navy. Before the two of them had become so busy with their own lives that communication simply stopped.

Nathan hadn't heard from Lucas in two years. Of course, he knew he could have called, made the effort, held a hand out for the young man, but he didn't. There were nights when Nathan Bridger just wished that things hadn't ended up this way. Because, despite his attempts at ignoring it, he still felt like he lost another son.

He had found the one he had been looking for, true. But was his luck so shitty that he had to lose the other too?

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts away, Nathan made his way into his kitchen and served himself some coffee, knowing that despite the caffeine in it, drinking would give him much comfort. Most other men would have chosen alcohol, but after years in the military, and a year or two spending time with an impressionable young computer whiz, who seemed to soak up everything like a sponge, Nathan had learned to veer away from that temptation.

Nathan snorted to himself. Even when he was actively trying to forget about Lucas, he couldn't. There was just something about that boy that drew others to him like moths to a flame. That boy has become a man now, far from the once immature but golden-hearted boy he had gotten to know during the seaQuest's first tour. But like Robert, Lucas would never cease to be that child for him.

Sipping the coffee gingerly, Nathan thought about his regrets. Two tours just weren't enough with that child. Even though they spent years on the same submarine together, Nathan still felt that he should have spent more time with Lucas. Because if he did, perhaps he wouldn't miss the boy so damn much. Perhaps his chest wouldn't constrict with so much regret whenever thoughts of the blonde haired, baby blue-eyed boy came across his mind. Perhaps they wouldn't have drifted far apart so quickly; so quickly that he hadn't even realized it until he saw the boy again, a young man then, and he almost didn't recognize him.

If he could just turn back time…

A loud bang suddenly reverberated through the house. Tensing immediately, his body instantly ready for action, honed in his years of service, Nathan carefully placed his mug down and listened. He was a retired man, twice now. And he only did research, though yes, still in behalf of the UEO, but that didn't mean that his research was important. It certainly wasn't classified information. And though yes, he may still have enemies, but Nathan didn't think they'd come all the way here just to kill him.

Nathan Hale Bridger wasn't important anymore, after all.

The sound reverberated through the house again, and Nathan couldn't help but roll his eyes at himself. Blaming his paranoia on his years in the Navy (or perhaps more on his two tours aboard the seaQuest), Nathan made his way to his front door. The sound, paranoia aside, was just the sound of someone knocking on his door. A stupid someone though, because who, in their right mind, would brave this kind of weather just to bother him?

It couldn't be Robert; Nathan had just talked to him and his family over vidphone a few hours ago. And this was his island. No one else had been here since Bill visited. Eyeing the door and noting how the knocking became more and more urgent, Nathan thought about protecting himself against this stranger but decided against it. If this someone wanted to hurt him, he wouldn't be knocking on his door, would he?

As the knocking grew louder, Nathan rolled his eyes and yelled, "Yes! Hold on a minute!"

Immediately, the knocking ceased. Nathan stood still for a moment, waiting for his surprise visitor's reply, but none came. Shrugging, he began opening the many locks he had on his door. And as the last lock slid open, Nathan's eyes grew wide at the sound of the stranger's voice, "You know, Captain, this sure is one long minute."

It has been many, many, many years since someone has called him Captain. And it has been many, many, many years, but Nathan would never forget the sound of that voice.

Wrenching the door open, Nathan gaped at his unexpected visitor.

Perhaps his luck wasn't that shitty after all. And perhaps people do get second chances. And yes, maybe time could be turned back. Hell, maybe dolphins could fly after all! Because standing outside his door, sopping wet from the storm, was Lucas Wolenczak. Not Lieutenant Wolenczak, not even Ensign Wolenczak. Just Lucas. For the Lucas standing before him looked exactly the same as the boy he met during the first tour of the seaQuest.

"Hiya, Capt'n! Ya miss me?"

What in the world was going on here?

AN: The crossover part will be apparent in the last chapters, probably. But I've left some clues here and there. And chapter two is done and ready for posting. But please do leave feedback :D

Thank you for reading!