Disclaimer- Just borrowing. There's no need for any legal action of any form because I'm admitting to not having any ownership rights. Satisfied? Good. However I feel it is only fair to warn you that lack of ownership will not stop me from borrowing characters that I like and if I promise all damage will be reversible (in the end) and that no certain blonde haired blue eyed minors will be allowed to stay out past their curfews, you wont stop me, will you?
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I'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has reviewed this so far. I would never have carried on with it if you hadn't. And thank you Ana for your honest critique . I know my speech writing is screwed up but I can't seem to sort it out. And I apologise for the short chapters. I did think about putting the first few together but I wasn't sure if people would like this story so I didn't bother. I'll try to make them longer from now on though, promise.


Hope 7

I wonder what they've been talking about. It's been almost three hours.
Relax Tony. An alien just appeared. How much would you have to talk about?
I guess. But I keep thinking about all the alien abduction stories I've heard and I don't mind telling you having an alien onboard's making me nervous.
Then you'll be happy to know he's gone back to his ship. At least for now.
Everyone spun around at the sound of Bridger's voice. He was standing by the clam doors with a strange look on his face, as though he had just been shown something he had always wanted, and then been told he could never get it.
There will be a senior staff meeting in the briefing room in 10 minutes.
Yes sir.
Before any could say anything else, Bridger walked in to the briefing room and closed the door after him. There was a silence on the bridge, broken after a few seconds by a concerned sounding Tony asking,
Where's Luc?

Stunned silence filled the briefing room, filling the air with a nervous tension that quickly infected everyone there.
Do they honestly expect us to believe that we spent almost three days with them and that they just sent us back in time to avoid news of their existence spreading?
Bridger only nodded. It had taken almost an hour to properly explain what the alien had told him and three hours later he was still trying to answer the questions his crew were asking him. He was feeling exhausted.
I take it from his reaction that Lucas somehow kept his memories.
That's right.
Where is Lucas?
He's... he was asked to... visit' the ship for a while
Lucas is on the alien ship? Westphalen sounded more scared than anything else and Bridger put his hand over hers to try and reassure her.
He promised he'd be back after a few hours. Right about now actually.
Tony snorted and Bridger turned to face him
Do you have something to add Piccolo?
Tony had to grace to look embarrassed at the enquiry before sighing.
You really think he's gonna be back here after just a few hours?
Those few hours had taken their toll on Bridger and he raised his eyebrows incredulously, but Tony carried on.
He's on an alien ship! Their technology has to be at least 10 years more advanced than ours and Luc's obsessed with stuff like that! He's a... a computer freak!

You think I'm a freak?
Every- one jumped, and turned to see Lucas standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on Tony.
No Luc. You just.. heard it out of context, that's all.
Slight desperation coloured Tony's voice, making several people grin. Lucas was one of them.
That's all right then.
Tony heaved an audible sigh of relief at having avoided an argument he knew he would lose as Lucas crossed the room and slipped in to the chair next to Bridger that had, by force of habit, been left empty.
Why are you all in here? It's taken me almost ten minutes to find you.
Recent events dictated a meeting to ensure the senior crew knew what was going on Lucas.
Mischievous blue eyes meet serious hazel ones, and after a few seconds both sets lightened with a grin.
All right. I think we could all use a break from this. Bridger looked around the table, surveying his crew with a faint trace of pride before smiling again and saying,

Everyone except Bridger and Lucas stood and headed out of the briefing room. The pair sat in silence until Tony, the last out, had shut the door. Then Bridger looked back at Lucas.
I'd like to hear a true account of what happened Lucas. The rumour mill is going to be rife within about an hour.
I'd have thought it would be rife already. Don't you mean rifer?
Confusion drew Bridger's brow in to a frown.
Is that a word?
He watched as the playful grin he knew so well and loved so much spread across Lucas' face.
Probably not. Now, I'm gonna take a wild stab at this and say you're dying to ask about what happened on the alien hip right?
Bridger didn't have time to point out he had already done so before Lucas giggled slightly and carried on.
So, here's the deal, you grab the coffee and the coke, and I'll set up the board.
Lucas stood and headed toward the door, looking back when he got there. He seemed amused to see Bridger still sitting in his chair.
Come on Captain, he said in his best whiney voice, continuing in a purely mischievous voice when Bridger's gaze finally met his.
You want to hear about it and I can't wait to tell you. But you also owe me a rematch and I don't see why I shouldn't get it now.
With that, Lucas walked out of the room, obviously enjoying drawing out Bridger's anticipation, knowing full well the scientist in him couldn't wait to hear about the alien's technology.
mumbled Bridger, although his grin bellied the name. He actually expects us to play chess? Bridger continued muttering as he to left the room, concern about Lucas leaving temporally placed aside.
Unknown to them all, an event was soon to take place that would remove all hesitation Lucas would have in making his decision.



I know, I know, another feeble attempt at suspense. I'm sorry but it has to be done. Actually it doesn't but hey, I'm evil. Mwahahahahahahahaha
*Men in white coats run up and a frantic struggle ensues*
Whoops. Forgot my tablets! hahaha!
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And I've been ordered by a friend to say yes, I do still realise it seems as though Ford was nutso and was talking to him self at the start of chapter 2 and I'm very sorry but I didn't realise until it was already up. Oh well... maybe deep down I'm a blonde? ^___^