"Ah, William, it's beautiful!" Smith said, gesturing toward the black plants in his gray space suit with Will and the Robot behind him.
"Except you can't breath in it," The Robot said.
"Shush, you tasteless accordion," Smith retorted, turning toward the two.
"We should return to the Jupiter," Will said.
"My boy, if we kept staying away from beauty and not enjoying it, would life have any meaning?" Smith asked.
"It would have some meaning as we don't have enough air in our tanks to experience it fully," Will said.
"It doesn't have to be a hour," Smith replied. "just fifteen minutes."
"Okay, fifteen minutes," Will said.
"Good!" Smith clapped his hands, then walked on. "There must be some herbivore animals lingering around here. . ." Smith walked on into the dark greenery with his gray space suit making him stand out. He slid the visor down feeling around for the small, little animals that could be around.
The Robot and Will exchanged a glance, sharing a shrug then followed on.
Will and the Robot walked in the opposite direction as Smith vanished among the foliage.
"Doctor Smith!" Will said.
"Hmm?" Smith said, bolting up. "What is it? Is there?" he hid behind the Robot looking around. "Danger? Is there a barbarian?"
"No, no, no," Will said. "look, it's water."
"Water?" Smith said, coming toward Will's voice. "Water?"
Smith came to a stop between the two then looked down to see the large body of water.
"I was wrong," the Robot said. "There is sufficient oxygen."
"Look what you did," Smith slipped his helmet off. "You old, rustying body of bolts, you made us go out in these tasteless suits for that! And I knew there was no danger."
The Robot faked a laugh at Smith.
"I did not have enough information for this matter," The Robot said, as Smith knelt down to the edge of the pool. "I would not recommend drinking the water."
"Not recommend drinking the water," Smith repeated, mockingly. "It is just water."
Smith waved his hand off then cupped his hands together and dipped them into the body of water. It was warm, yet cool to the touch. There was fish swimming around inside. Smith observed the lack of lilypads or frogs lingering around the pool. There was no sign of life, period. No sounds of rustling were coming from around him. This had to be man made, a logical conclusion. A scientific grown green house that had lost its glass and metal over the decades or were taken over by the plant life. That was more feasible than this planet having insane laws about its properties. Smith was thirsty and he needed to a drink.
Smith carefully lifted his hands up from the body of water then sipped it.
"Hmm," Smith closed his eyes. "Delicious." He took another handful of water then sipped from it. "Very sweet."
"I am going to pass," Will said.
"Your loss," Smith said.
Abruptly, Smith felt funny after his twenty-fifth drink and slowly looked up toward his black, trembling hands. He couldn't pin-point it but he felt young. He rubbed his hands and the dark goo was coming off. He tossed one by one to the ground where they vanished before his eyes. The Robot and Will were laughing at the amusing sight. Will was leaned against the Robot's shoulder. Every time the Robot laughed, his grill glowed a gentle red. Smith glared toward the two then came over to a boulder feeling very tired. Their laughter continued as he slid down.
"I am taking a short nap," Smith said, as the Robot turned from him.
"Another of your fifteen minutes," Will rolled a eye with his hands on his hips.
"That is not just water," The Robot said, suddenly turning from the pool.
"What is it, Robot?" Will asked, as Smith's eyes became big.
"Not enough information available," The Robot said. "its make up is different."
Smith's eyes slowly closed and his head met the back of the boulder where he snored.
"Is that a good thing?" Will pointed toward Smith.
"If he is sleeping and gaining rest from what the water is doing to him then it is," The Robot said. "his body will fight against the toxins and he will be well again."
"You better wish," came a man's voice from across. They turned in the direction of a man with dark hair and had a white bird perched on his shoulder. "Or else, he might become my brother should he survive. . . ." he held his hand out for the child. Will shook Bryan's hand. "Bryan Summers, at your service."
"You cannot change genetics," The Robot said. "That is a act of god."
"If he had a brother then he would have mentioned it," Will said. "Never mind that cousin he had."
"And who might he be?" Summers asked, gesturing toward Smith.
"Doctor Smith," Will said.
"Doctor Smith," The Robot emphasized, its head bobbing up, as the man came around the man. "Not Doctor Summers."
Summers came to a stop from behind the boulder then looked over the resting man.
"Your doctor and I are going to be very good friends," Summers said, showing his white teeth in his big smile.
"Good friends, urk, good friends!" the bird repeated. "Death to all machines! URK! Death to all machines! URK!"
"Excuse Fracture, he has no idea what he is talking about," Summers said, then held up a cracker to Fracture and let him chow down. "Control your impulse, birdy."
"Come, Will Robinson, this man is of no danger and does not require our attention," The Robot said.
"But Doctor Smith!" Will said.
"Doctor Smith can take care of himself and will return on his own," The Robot said. "Good day and goodbye. Mr Summers."
"Not wise to wake him up so early in the process," Summers said.
Will's eyes lingered on Smith.
"We'll be right back," Will said.
Will followed the Robot.
Smith's eyes fluttered open and there were so many voices in his head. It was chaotic. Very chaotic. He felt a firm hand place on his shoulder then the voices die down. He thought that he heard the Robinsons sounding concerned, worried, afraid, and regretful from his mind. Guilt, even. There were so many emotions coming from everywhere around him. It was agonizing to his mind. The pain gradually went away. The calmer, and soothing mind brought him down to earth acting as a band-aid to the wound. He had one hand on the large helmet beside him.
"Welcome to the family, brother," Summers said.
Smith looked up toward Summers.
"Who are you?" Smith asked, then scanned around the pond for the familiar duo. Asides to a fish flopping out of the water then crashing right down into it in a loud and disruptive splash, it was uneventful. He wore a concerned expression as his gazed became fixated on the younger man. "Where are my friends?"
Summers gestured up.
"Up there," Summers said.
Smith looked up toward the sky to see the familiar saucer.
"They left me!" Smith said, jumping up to his feet. "No, no, no," Smith reached his hand out. "Come back!" he fled away from Sunseed shouting at the top of his lungs. "I'm here! I'm here! I am here! I am awake! Come back, please! I won't make the same mistake again!"
Smith ran through the forest that had trees that were neatly set in a line. The Jupiter 2 was a large vessel that was beginning to grow smaller before his eyes. Summers heard his pleading screams from afar. Smith tripped and fell over a tree trunk landing to the dark grass. He raised his head up, propping himself up, in dismay toward the vanishing Jupiter 2 feeling his heart break. From the blue sky, a large bright light was shot after the Jupiter 2. Seconds later, there was a unexpected explosion centering from the Jupiter 2. From his perspective, it can be seen the smoke and flames grow large with what seemed to be metal flying away. His shoulders slumped. A part of his heart was yanked out that exact moment the Jupiter exploded. A small, repetitive 'no' escaped from Smith followed by weeping as he lowered down to the grass and trembled. His tears landed to the grass. Droplet by droplet landing on the leaf blades that turned a shade of light green. Smith was left that way, hunched forward with his hands on his face and the 'no' became a long drawn out scream. The green spread around Smith.
Summers approached Smith.
"You're not going to be alone forever," Summers said. "Brother."
Smith turned.
"What did you do?" Smith asked, between tears with red eyes.
"I did nothing," Summers said.
"WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?" Smith grabbed the man by the shirt. "Tell me!"
"I can see you're in great pain, in a tough spot," Summers said. "So I am going to tell you what I know. . . The Robinsons and I shared a discussion about you. We agreed to let you go back to the Jupiter 2 after waking up no matter how different you might be. They don't know what you are, now, even I don't know what I am anymore." Smith let go of Summers's shirt then stepped back until he fell to the ground. Smith's eyes were on the green, wet grass. "They were being under attacked by a enemy of mine who can't exactly fire at me without being eaten alive by the plant life. My enemy thought that the Robinsons were my allies and going to help me off this paradise. They continued this attack up until the Jupiter 2 met its demise. Now they're satisfied that I am never leaving home."
"What are you?" Smith asked, looking up from the grass.
"Not exactly Earthling but sort of that," Summers said. "just slowly aging."
Smith closed his eyes painfully, then he opened them.
"Let's start on the right foot," Smith said, standing up.
"I have been meaning to do that," Summers said, apologetically. "I didn't mean to start our relationship this way."
"After I turn myself in on Earth for the death of the Robinsons. . . Only after I get out, you will know me as Master Fagon. As of this moment, you are Johnny Sunseed and I am Doctor Zachary Smith," He held a finger up before the man could protest. "You are against machines as does your bird. You advocate for a strange, twisted paradise," he gestured toward the scenery. "that you call home."
"This is my home," Sunseed said. "Been that way since I crash landed here as a young boy with my family. . . That was a thousand years ago. Only place that I feel like I belong." Sunseed had a fond, nostalgic look. "And that is not a bad name for me."
"Names, awk, names!" Fracture butted in.
"We're going to be brothers for the rest our lives together," Smith added. "The beginning of that is going to be hell for you."
"I find that hard to believe," Sunseed said. "We're going to have some telepathic link," Smith raised his eyebrows at once. "I still don't understand it. Whatever that thing does, it doesn't just change your DNA . . . it changes your brain."
"You mean to tell me that you didn't make this paradise?" Smith asked.
"No idea," Sunseed said.
"No idea," Fracture repeated. "No idea. Awk."
"I got a ride that's in progress," Sunseed said. "The entire universe is going to know our names by the next millennium by heart and be happy to know us." Rage brewed in Smith's eyes.
"You will not use her shell to repair your ship," Smith informed Sunseed, politely yet aggressively.
"I can't," Sunseed said, shaking his hands. "it's vaporized, it wouldn't be useful to me at all."
"Good," Smith said.
"You're going to need to wait a decade to leave this planet," Sunseed said.
"Why?" Smith asked.
"That's when my enemies die, brother," Sunseed said, wrapping his arm along Smith's shoulder.
"This is going to be a very long co-habitation," Smith said, then groaned.
"Co-habitation awk!" Fracture squawked. "Co-habitation, awk!"
A/N My first episode was 'Life begins at 300'. I admit, I only discovered it when I was browsing around on the comment section to a youtube video that mentioned Harris was in it. Not that much of a bad show. So I looked around for any kind of meta or WMG about it. And there was none. My first headcanon morphed because of that episode. Like he had seen more tragedy and loss than anyone should be allowed to. Which drove me to writing this story. I envision it as a 10 to 13 part story. Maybe less? I really hope you enjoy this story as I did with the show that has the right amount of cheese and heartwarming and wholesome and family.
So I have a headcanon that the Robinsons and Smith somehow got their DNA changed, slowly age, and in the background of running the space academy, Gampu!Smith often meets up with Commander Will Robinson and Commander Penny Robinson at the cafeteria every so often -as adults mind you-. Gampu is going to be there forever.