Here's part 4. A bit of very mild violence so if you don't like it don't
read it.
A.N: Just to clarify from my last chapter 'boot' is the same as 'trunk' as in the trunk of a car.
I'll try to find the American version of any words or phrases if I can, but if you don't know what something means please ask me and I'll tell all! Being British means I automatically write British words of course! I'm trying to become more American and watch plenty of American programmes (besides seaQuest of course) so I'll try extra hard to be American in the way I write.
Thanks for all the review and keep reading and writing!
DISCLAIMER: See part 1.
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Lucas was now fast asleep, the TV droning on in the background. He had an almost peaceful expression on his face. Very unusual for him. It was usually either an expression of pain or fear.
Lucas was dreaming, but it was a nice, if not unnerving dream.
In his dream Lucas was about ten years old. He was in the living room of his father's house… but things were… different. Just subtle differences that only he or his father would notice.
Lucas looked up as someone walked into the room. Expecting to see his father ready for another round with him, Lucas got up and prepared to hide. But he stood frozen to the spot. Bridger was standing in the doorway, looking kindly and lovingly at him. Bridger then walked over to Lucas and hugged him. Lucas was stiff at first, but soon relaxed when he realized he wasn't being hurt.
"You okay son? You seem a little nervous." Bridger said in a kind tone.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling out of sorts today." Lucas relied, somewhat quietly.
"So what do you want to do today Lucas?" Bridger now asked.
"Me?" Lucas asked, puzzled. His real father never asked him that. Bridger nodded. "Well, I don't know. What can I choose from?" Lucas added.
"Well, I did say that today was all for you. I'll do anything you want. Within reason of course. I'm not as young as I used to be." Bridger replied.
"Well, I think I'd like to go to the park and test that new baseball glove you bought me last week." Lucas said, looking eagerly at Bridger.
"Okay, I'll just tell your Mom where we're going. Get your stuff ready." Bridger said, ruffling Lucas' blond hair. Lucas smiled at him and went about getting ready.
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Going into the kitchen, Nathan kissed his wife and they looked deeply into each other's eyes. His wife, Carol had been doing the dishes, but had been distracted from that as soon as Nathan had walked in.
"I'm going to take Lucas to the park. Want to come?" Nathan asked.
Carol looked at him. "No, I can't. Robert is calling today. I think he's calling this evening but just in case I'm staying by the phone. Just don't be late, you know how Lucas hates it when he misses Robert's calls." Carol said.
"Yeah I remember the last time. He broke two vases." Nathan said.
"Dad I'm ready!" Lucas shouted from the hallway. Calling Nathan 'Dad' didn't even phase him.
"I'm coming." Nathan shouted back. "See you later" Nathan said to Carol as he kissed her.
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Lucas and Nathan were now in their local park. Lucas had his glove on and Nathan was pitching balls at him. Because of his regular contact with the sport, Lucas had decided that he wanted to become a pro baseball player.
A noise from behind him caused Lucas to turn around. Over by a large tree he could see a parent hitting their child. A boy that almost looked like him. A bit younger, but defiantly like him. Then Lucas turned his attention to the parent, obviously the boy's father. Lucas nearly fainted when he saw the man's face. He looked just like Lawrence. The man looked at him and looked swore that the man was regarding him in an almost familiar way… as if he was going to rush over and beat him too.
Lucas was so engrossed by the scene he was watching, that he didn't hear Nathan's warning. Smack! The ball hit him on the side of the head, dropping him to the floor.
"Lucas!" Nathan shouted. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Nathan asked, talking at a mile a minute.
Lucas looked at him, he was half-expecting that he was going to be laughed at or called a name of some sort, or worst of all be beaten. But no, Nathan helped Lucas sit up, and hugged him.
When he pulled back he turned Lucas' head to the side to see what the extent of the damage was. A bruise was forming just in front of Lucas' left ear. "Are you okay?" Nathan asked again.
"I'm fine, a little light-headed, but fine." Lucas said, rubbing the side of his head.
"I think you should see a doctor." Nathan said, now serious.
"What for? I'm fine." Lucas argued.
"No arguments Lucas. You know how serious head injuries can be. So you're going to the hospital." Nathan said in a 'no-nonsense voice.
"Okay." Lucas said. He'd do anything for his dad.
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One hour, two doctors and one prescription later, Nathan and Lucas approached the local clinic. The doctors had told Nathan that Lucas had a very mild concussion and some paracetamol would take care of any pain.
As the queued up Nathan kept apologising to Lucas, but he just wrote the whole thing off as an accident and that he forgave him. After all he didn't mean to hit Lucas with the ball.
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Later that evening, after Nathan had explained everything to Carol and talking to Robert, Nathan tucked Lucas into bed. "Goodnight son, and I'm really sorry about today." Nathan said still apologising.
"Don't worry about it. It was an accident you didn't mean it." Lucas said for the umpteenth time.
Nathan then bent down and kissed Lucas on the forehead. "Sleep tight." Nathan said as Lucas drifted off to sleep.
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Lucas woke with a start. That had been one weird dream. Lucas looked around, still feeling a bit weird after his dream. Lucas noted that it was now morning. He'd slept all night without nightmares.
Now he faced his ultimate nightmare. He liked his dream and the fact that Bridger was his father. But for that to happen three things had to happen if they didn't his dream wouldn't become reality. First would be that Bridger would have to love him. A hard task, no one liked Lucas, let alone loved him. Second was that he would have to love and trust Bridger. An even harder task, Lucas couldn't trust him, adults were evil, they would turn on him and hurt him. He couldn't love someone and not trust them.
The third was perhaps the hardest of all. Lucas would have to tell Bridger about what Lawrence had done to him. That absolutely couldn't happen. Lawrence would kill him! They'd have to drag it through court and if Lucas lost, he'd be dead by the end of the day that the court case ended.
Now he had to face Bridger on seaQuest when he got back. He knew what to do. 'Just act normally, he won't suspect anything. Just keep him at arm's length and don't tell him a single detail.'
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Over the next 14 days Lucas put the dream out of his mind. He hadn't had any more, but even better than that, no nightmares. But Lawrence came back today.
Lucas had been extra careful not to make any mess so he wouldn't get beaten again. Lucas was lying on the couch when his father came in.
"Lucas!" Lawrence shouted.
"Yes dad?" Lucas replied.
"Upstairs now! Get out of my sight!" Lawrence ordered.
Lucas nodded and slowly made his way up the stairs using his crutches. 'Great, he's already pissed off and he's only been back two minutes! Lucas thought as he reached the top of the stairs and made his way to his room and went to bed.
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Lucas woke at midday the following day, feeling relieved and nervous. On one hand he was going back to seaQuest in two days, finally free from Lawrence again… for a short time anyway, and on the other hand he was going back to seaQuest in two days and would have to face Bridger. He didn't know which was worse. Maybe he could flip a coin or something.
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Over the final two days of shore leave, Lawrence was actually nice to him. Lucas couldn't believe his luck. No bruises to explain away. Lucas had packed his bag and loaded them in the car. The doctors had told him yesterday at his check up, that he had to keep the brace on for another two weeks, mainly because of his ankle and to a degree his broken leg. His father had briefed him on what to say accompanied by a 'or else'.
When Lucas came downstairs he was greeted by Lawrence's fist, which hit him full in his right eye, knocking him to the floor. "That's your going away present Lucas. Hope you like it!" Lawrence said sarcastically,
Unfortunately for Lucas, he wasn't due back on the boat until the evening, so the bruise had time to form. Yet more excuses to find.
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At 20:00, Lucas and Lawrence pulled up at Pearl Harbour Naval base. "Go on, get lost!" Lawrence said. "Don't bother writing!" With that he sped off, catching Lucas with the bumper of his car. Lucas rubbed his leg and glared at his father's retreating car. 'If I had a gun I'd…' Lucas didn't finish the thought. He'd gone far enough already. He wasn't going to become a murderer for that monster. He wasn't worth it.
Lucas now walked up to the access tunnel, showed his ID and went to his quarters in Mammal Engineering. Now to get his story straight and get some rest. He'd face Bridger and the others tomorrow… if he had to
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That's the end of part 4! Please R&R. Part 5 on it's way soon!
A.N: Just to clarify from my last chapter 'boot' is the same as 'trunk' as in the trunk of a car.
I'll try to find the American version of any words or phrases if I can, but if you don't know what something means please ask me and I'll tell all! Being British means I automatically write British words of course! I'm trying to become more American and watch plenty of American programmes (besides seaQuest of course) so I'll try extra hard to be American in the way I write.
Thanks for all the review and keep reading and writing!
DISCLAIMER: See part 1.
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Lucas was now fast asleep, the TV droning on in the background. He had an almost peaceful expression on his face. Very unusual for him. It was usually either an expression of pain or fear.
Lucas was dreaming, but it was a nice, if not unnerving dream.
In his dream Lucas was about ten years old. He was in the living room of his father's house… but things were… different. Just subtle differences that only he or his father would notice.
Lucas looked up as someone walked into the room. Expecting to see his father ready for another round with him, Lucas got up and prepared to hide. But he stood frozen to the spot. Bridger was standing in the doorway, looking kindly and lovingly at him. Bridger then walked over to Lucas and hugged him. Lucas was stiff at first, but soon relaxed when he realized he wasn't being hurt.
"You okay son? You seem a little nervous." Bridger said in a kind tone.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling out of sorts today." Lucas relied, somewhat quietly.
"So what do you want to do today Lucas?" Bridger now asked.
"Me?" Lucas asked, puzzled. His real father never asked him that. Bridger nodded. "Well, I don't know. What can I choose from?" Lucas added.
"Well, I did say that today was all for you. I'll do anything you want. Within reason of course. I'm not as young as I used to be." Bridger replied.
"Well, I think I'd like to go to the park and test that new baseball glove you bought me last week." Lucas said, looking eagerly at Bridger.
"Okay, I'll just tell your Mom where we're going. Get your stuff ready." Bridger said, ruffling Lucas' blond hair. Lucas smiled at him and went about getting ready.
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Going into the kitchen, Nathan kissed his wife and they looked deeply into each other's eyes. His wife, Carol had been doing the dishes, but had been distracted from that as soon as Nathan had walked in.
"I'm going to take Lucas to the park. Want to come?" Nathan asked.
Carol looked at him. "No, I can't. Robert is calling today. I think he's calling this evening but just in case I'm staying by the phone. Just don't be late, you know how Lucas hates it when he misses Robert's calls." Carol said.
"Yeah I remember the last time. He broke two vases." Nathan said.
"Dad I'm ready!" Lucas shouted from the hallway. Calling Nathan 'Dad' didn't even phase him.
"I'm coming." Nathan shouted back. "See you later" Nathan said to Carol as he kissed her.
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Lucas and Nathan were now in their local park. Lucas had his glove on and Nathan was pitching balls at him. Because of his regular contact with the sport, Lucas had decided that he wanted to become a pro baseball player.
A noise from behind him caused Lucas to turn around. Over by a large tree he could see a parent hitting their child. A boy that almost looked like him. A bit younger, but defiantly like him. Then Lucas turned his attention to the parent, obviously the boy's father. Lucas nearly fainted when he saw the man's face. He looked just like Lawrence. The man looked at him and looked swore that the man was regarding him in an almost familiar way… as if he was going to rush over and beat him too.
Lucas was so engrossed by the scene he was watching, that he didn't hear Nathan's warning. Smack! The ball hit him on the side of the head, dropping him to the floor.
"Lucas!" Nathan shouted. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" Nathan asked, talking at a mile a minute.
Lucas looked at him, he was half-expecting that he was going to be laughed at or called a name of some sort, or worst of all be beaten. But no, Nathan helped Lucas sit up, and hugged him.
When he pulled back he turned Lucas' head to the side to see what the extent of the damage was. A bruise was forming just in front of Lucas' left ear. "Are you okay?" Nathan asked again.
"I'm fine, a little light-headed, but fine." Lucas said, rubbing the side of his head.
"I think you should see a doctor." Nathan said, now serious.
"What for? I'm fine." Lucas argued.
"No arguments Lucas. You know how serious head injuries can be. So you're going to the hospital." Nathan said in a 'no-nonsense voice.
"Okay." Lucas said. He'd do anything for his dad.
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One hour, two doctors and one prescription later, Nathan and Lucas approached the local clinic. The doctors had told Nathan that Lucas had a very mild concussion and some paracetamol would take care of any pain.
As the queued up Nathan kept apologising to Lucas, but he just wrote the whole thing off as an accident and that he forgave him. After all he didn't mean to hit Lucas with the ball.
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Later that evening, after Nathan had explained everything to Carol and talking to Robert, Nathan tucked Lucas into bed. "Goodnight son, and I'm really sorry about today." Nathan said still apologising.
"Don't worry about it. It was an accident you didn't mean it." Lucas said for the umpteenth time.
Nathan then bent down and kissed Lucas on the forehead. "Sleep tight." Nathan said as Lucas drifted off to sleep.
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Lucas woke with a start. That had been one weird dream. Lucas looked around, still feeling a bit weird after his dream. Lucas noted that it was now morning. He'd slept all night without nightmares.
Now he faced his ultimate nightmare. He liked his dream and the fact that Bridger was his father. But for that to happen three things had to happen if they didn't his dream wouldn't become reality. First would be that Bridger would have to love him. A hard task, no one liked Lucas, let alone loved him. Second was that he would have to love and trust Bridger. An even harder task, Lucas couldn't trust him, adults were evil, they would turn on him and hurt him. He couldn't love someone and not trust them.
The third was perhaps the hardest of all. Lucas would have to tell Bridger about what Lawrence had done to him. That absolutely couldn't happen. Lawrence would kill him! They'd have to drag it through court and if Lucas lost, he'd be dead by the end of the day that the court case ended.
Now he had to face Bridger on seaQuest when he got back. He knew what to do. 'Just act normally, he won't suspect anything. Just keep him at arm's length and don't tell him a single detail.'
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Over the next 14 days Lucas put the dream out of his mind. He hadn't had any more, but even better than that, no nightmares. But Lawrence came back today.
Lucas had been extra careful not to make any mess so he wouldn't get beaten again. Lucas was lying on the couch when his father came in.
"Lucas!" Lawrence shouted.
"Yes dad?" Lucas replied.
"Upstairs now! Get out of my sight!" Lawrence ordered.
Lucas nodded and slowly made his way up the stairs using his crutches. 'Great, he's already pissed off and he's only been back two minutes! Lucas thought as he reached the top of the stairs and made his way to his room and went to bed.
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Lucas woke at midday the following day, feeling relieved and nervous. On one hand he was going back to seaQuest in two days, finally free from Lawrence again… for a short time anyway, and on the other hand he was going back to seaQuest in two days and would have to face Bridger. He didn't know which was worse. Maybe he could flip a coin or something.
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Over the final two days of shore leave, Lawrence was actually nice to him. Lucas couldn't believe his luck. No bruises to explain away. Lucas had packed his bag and loaded them in the car. The doctors had told him yesterday at his check up, that he had to keep the brace on for another two weeks, mainly because of his ankle and to a degree his broken leg. His father had briefed him on what to say accompanied by a 'or else'.
When Lucas came downstairs he was greeted by Lawrence's fist, which hit him full in his right eye, knocking him to the floor. "That's your going away present Lucas. Hope you like it!" Lawrence said sarcastically,
Unfortunately for Lucas, he wasn't due back on the boat until the evening, so the bruise had time to form. Yet more excuses to find.
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At 20:00, Lucas and Lawrence pulled up at Pearl Harbour Naval base. "Go on, get lost!" Lawrence said. "Don't bother writing!" With that he sped off, catching Lucas with the bumper of his car. Lucas rubbed his leg and glared at his father's retreating car. 'If I had a gun I'd…' Lucas didn't finish the thought. He'd gone far enough already. He wasn't going to become a murderer for that monster. He wasn't worth it.
Lucas now walked up to the access tunnel, showed his ID and went to his quarters in Mammal Engineering. Now to get his story straight and get some rest. He'd face Bridger and the others tomorrow… if he had to
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That's the end of part 4! Please R&R. Part 5 on it's way soon!