The Winning Gambit part 8
By Gryffyn copyright 2000
Disclaimer: I'm not making any money off of this. Alexia, Bruce and company are my creations, as to the rest, yeah they're owned but I promise to clean up after I've finished playing with them.
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For what seemed to be the thousandth time Lucas rolled over on his bunk, all the attempts he'd made to fall asleep had failed miserably. Heck he'd even found an old children's music track years ago, that had worked every other time, well it seemed until now.
Thank goodness for something called Sesame Street, but if anyone asked he'd deny it hey teens do have appearances to maintain you know. He always kept the copy on him and the original in a personal storage unit in New Cape Quest. Which had turned out to be a good thing when the first SeaQuest was destroyed. There were a few panicky moments when the track couldn't be located after Lucas had moved into Bridger's beach house. Having been mislabeled on purpose, the track had been accidentally mixed up with Nathan's music.
It just didn't seem possible that Alexia was a G.E.L.F., not that it would matter to him anyway. She was a living human being an had the same rights as everyone, didn't she? 'Damn!' Lucas cursed silently his fist slamming into the pillow.
He was at a loss to where to try next. He'd spent hours scouring the nex trying to find one piece of evidence that would help prove what Alexia said is true. So far nothing, but then did he really expect to find something? 'If these people are smart enough to play these types of games, then their obviously smart enough to cover their tracks well.' That in itself wasn't a problem. Lucas needed to look into some confidential files, in a not so legal way, and he'd promised his Dad he wouldn't without coming to him first.
So here he is now pacing the floor of his small cabin trying to figure out which way to turn. On one hand Lucas has a delicate relationship with a friend he really wants to get out of harms way, and on the other he needs to risk that friendship by telling his father about things Lucas himself is not sure he believes.
In a sigh of frustration Lucas rips the earphones of his player off, tossing them onto the bunk. He grabs for the blue plaid house robe Nathan gave him and dashed out of his room. The room's door had been left open, the teen never realized that his player was left on and that anyone bothering to pause at that moment would have been treated to "C is for cookie…"