To See Him Again Chapter 1: Part 1, a seaquest fanfic

Title: "To See Him Again" (1/8)

Author: AngelBabs81 (Barbara)

Email: angel_

Rated: PG-ish

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea behind this work (and any created characters). Amblin owns seaQuest and all its characters.

Summary: The second seaQuest has been running for five years now. That is also how long it has been since Nathan and Kristin broke up. They meet again at Disney World. What on Earth is Kristin doing at Disney World? What on Earth is Nathan doing at Disney World? And will they get together again… nobody knows.

A word of caution: There is mention of abuse but the results of the abuse are only mentioned, not the actual act.

Part 1

"Grandma, grandma!" the three year old squealed with excitement, running to the woman as fast as her little legs could carry her. On the porch behind the girl, her parents smiled, watching the scene before them.

"C'mere, my angel," the woman said, her British accent thick, kneeling down to catch the small child in an embrace.

Malique placed his arm around his wife's waist as he led her down the sidewalk to where the cab had parked and was removing Kristin's bags from the trunk.

"Mom, it's so good to see you," Cynthia said, approaching her mother and hugging her tightly, the child caught between.

"Dr. Westphalen," Malique acknowledged, smiling at the older lady. "I'll take your bags inside. Cyn, why don't you show your mother around? And take 'Ren Lynn with you."

"Hello, Malique, and thanks," Kristin said to the younger man, her son-in-law.

As Malique paid the cab driver, Cynthia escorted her mom towards the house. Serenity Lynn Torres, or 'Ren Lynn as her parents called her, was carried by her grandmother on her hip.

"You have a beautiful place," Kristin sighed, looking at the exterior of the ranch style home.

"Yes, we do," Cynthia agreed. "We own a couple acres and have two horses in the barn, thanks to daddy."

"Your father bought you horses?" Kristin asked her daughter in disbelief as they rounded the corner of the house, to show the spread of grassy flat land. In the distant, two horses could be seen, eating. One was white and the other was brown with white spots.

"As a house warming gift," she responded.

Cynthia led her mom through the fenced in backyard where a swing set and Fisher Price log cabin and castle were. She took her mom in from the back door, into the kitchen. Cynthia continued the tour of her house and ended at the bedroom, where she would be staying. Malique was just coming out from placing her suitcases on the bed. He finally hugged her and took the child from her arm.

"Let grandma settle in," he told the child softly. Reluctantly, the child obeyed, following her father to the living room, where he turned on cartoons.

"Do you like it?" Cynthia asked as Kristin looked around the spacious room. "This is actually the master bedroom with a private bathroom." Before her mother could protest about it, Cynthia held up her hands and reassured her. "Mal and I figured you wouldn't want to share a bathroom with a 3 year old. She usually leaves her bath toys in the tub and she sometimes misses the toilet."

"I remember what it was like with a three year old," Kristin smirked. "You were just as bad, if not worse. But, thank you. I appreciate it and it wouldn't have mattered."

Cynthia smiled. "I know. Well, I'll let you get unpacked. Malique plans to grill steak tonight so I hope you're hungry."

"Thanks. I'll join you when I am finished."

Cynthia nodded and closed the door behind her. Kristin looked more thoroughly around the room. On the far wall, in between two windows, was a queen size four poster bed, with pastel colors sheets. On the wall to the left were two doors. To the right, there was a vanity table and an elongated dresser. Kristin head toward the two doors to her left. Opening one, she peered into the bathroom. It had a spacious tub with shower, a cream color porcelain toilet, and a single sink and marble counter. Above the sink was the medicine cabinet. Closing that door, she went to open the other one. Inside was the small double sided walk in closet, but big enough to fit her things. There were shelves above the hanger bars where she could store some boxes.

She shook her head, leaving the door opened, as she strolled towards the bed to begin unpacking. As she put her clothes away, she reminisced about how she ended up at her daughter's front porch.

A little over two years ago, Kristin had a steady job, working when she needed and wanted. The company she had worked with for almost 3 years went under and was bought by a much larger corporation. She was allowed to stay as head doctor and chief scientist. The son of her new boss found her attractive and she had agreed on a date. He was a bit younger than her, but he said it didn't matter. One date led to two, and two led to three, and so on. Within eight months they were engaged. A couple months later, they were married. For the first couple months, everything was good between them. After her miscarriage, which the doctor claims happened because of her age, things got worst. He began to emotionally abuse her. The emotional abuse led to physical abuse. She began to miss work because he had bruised her so much. Her father in law, her boss, fired her after the first three days she missed. Stanley, her husband, seemed happier now and the abuse stopped. She thought it was getting better until she finally approached him about a job offer her friend offered her. He began to yell at her, claim that she wanted to cheat on him, and the physical abuse began again. Cynthia had gotten a call two months ago from the New England Medical Center about Kristin's condition. Stanley had almost killed her in a rage the night before. Stanley was no where to be found and Kristin was severely injured with multiple knife wounds to her abdomen, arms and legs, internal bleeding, a few cracked ribs, a broken ankle, and one eye swollen shut.

Cynthia had arranged a flight and got one of her friends to look after Serenity, then grabbed her purse and headed straight out the door in distress and in anger. She didn't know if her mother would make it and she wanted to hurt Stan for what he did to her mother.

Kristin wiped the tears back as she remembered. It took a couple weeks before she could get out of bed. She signed up for physical therapy and counseling. When she was discharged, she found out Stanley had cleared her bank account and vanished. Her ex-boss and the company was investigated and found to be laundering money and was closed down and arrested. All she had was her belongings. Cynthia helped pack her stuff, sell the house, and arranged for her to receive therapy in Orlando, Florida. Her new therapist had wanted to keep Kristin at the hospital for a week to observe her. Kristin had agreed and Cynthia returned home to Winter Haven, Florida, which was about an hour southwest from Orlando. She was released, agreed to come in once a week for counseling, and was put on an antidepressant to help her.

She removed one of the last items from the last suitcase, wrapped in bubble wrap and she pulled it off. Inside was a framed photo that was taken at the end of the 13 month tour on seaQuest. They had shore leave to witness due to Dr. Wolenczak new and free electricity and the picture was of the seaQuest officers, Lucas, and her. In the back stood O'Neill with his blue nose, Ford who had his arm around Hitchcock, Krieg, and Crocker. In front of them kneeling was Ortiz, Shan, Lucas, her, and Bridger. It was taken after the volleyball game and she was in the navy with white flowers sun dress and Nathan had placed his hand around her waist. She placed the frame on the nightstand next to the clock and lamp.

There was a light tap at the door and Kristin stood up and opened the door. She had to look down to see her granddaughter looking up at her with a toothy grin. "Is grandma settled in?"

"I think so," Kristin responded, ruffling the child's thick, dark hair.

"Come," Serenity grabbed her hand. "I wanna show you my room."

Kristin let out a small laugh and let her granddaughter lead the way. The three year old was bubbling with life. Kristin sat on the child's bed and watched as Serenity showed her all of her toys and her favorites.

"Alright, little stinker," came the voice of Cynthia from the door. "Let's get you washed and ready for dinner, but first clean up your toys." Cynthia turned to her mom. "Are you ready to eat?"

"I suppose," Kristin responded, leaving Serenity to clean her room and left the bedroom with her daughter.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Cynthia asked as they walked down the hallway to the living room.

"I'll be fine," Kristin assured. "You don't need to worry about me. I'm a grown woman."

Cynthia knew better but pointed to the dining room table. "Go ahead and have a seat and I'll get the side dishes."

Kristin took a seat, next to the chair with a booster seat. She knew Serenity would want to sit next to her. Malique entered the dining room with a plate full of thick grilled steak. Following him, Cynthia carried a couple of bowls, one with tossed green salad and the other with potato salad, and then returned to the kitchen.

"What would you like to drink, doctor?" Malique asked as Serenity came into the dining room, but before she could sit down, Malique told her, "go in the kitchen and have your mom help wash your hands."

The little girl nodded and went into the kitchen.

"Do you have any red wine?" Kristin asked and Malique nodded.

In the kitchen, Cynthia finished drying Serenity's hands and face and the girl took off into the dining room and sat down next to her grandmother. She watched as Malique reached into the pantry and pulled out the red wine bottle.

"Who's that for?" she asked him as she grabbed the plates and silverware.

"Your mother," Mal responded.

"No, she can't have alcohol with her meds," Cynthia informed. "Get her some water."

"But, Cyn," Malique tried and Cynthia shook her head.

"If she fusses, I'll talk to her." Cynthia walked into the dining room and sat down the plates.

Malique came out a minute later with the salad dressing and glasses with some sort of liquid inside.

As Cynthia had predicted, her mother had asked about the wine and Cynthia explained why. Kristin nodded her head and took the water. The dinner conversation was limited to the week ahead and plans for Kristin.

That night, Kristin retired early to her bedroom. She sat up in bed, reading a book until her lids grew too heavy. Getting comfortable under the sheets, she turned the lamp off and fell into sleep.

TBC