AN: This chapter is short I know. But I didn't feel like the end had the impact I wanted unless it was the end of a chapter. Sometime later I'll combine this and the last chapter, maybe.
Jumanji-seaQuest Style
by Shell Lee
Ford was sitting by himself. They had finished everything they had to do to get the injured ready to move. Right then they were waiting for the others to come back so they could move the survivors off ship.
His thoughts wandered from subject to subject. He thought of the game, and what came out. He thought of the others that were sent out to fix some transports.
He thought of Tony. Ford thought that some how he had failed the ex-con. That he shouldn't have thought that he could get out on his own and focused his own efforts on the others. And himself. Maybe that was the his problem, he was guilty he got out before he knew Tony was safe. It was his job to get his people out before himself.
Wendy came over and sat beside him. "You're brooding."
"I'm not brooding. I'm thinking."
"You're thinking about things you have no control over and that's brooding. Let me guess, Tony."
"Yeah, well, I should've done something. I should've made sure he was with us. I should've gone back to get him after I knew he wasn't." He took a deep breath. "I should've saved him."
"Maybe you should've made sure, but you are only human. Humans make mistakes."
"Not ME! I can't make mistakes that result in human lives." Ford felt like he had been walking the fine line of control ever since he had found out Tony wasn't with him. He felt like he could break down at any moment. But as commander that was something he couldn't let himself do.
"But you have learned your lesson. And you wont ever make that mistake again will you?"
"Why does that matter? I shouldn't have made that mistake in the first place."
"Would you rather have made the mistake of leaving behind Tim? Or Lucas? They can't breath underwater. They would be dead for sure, if you had left them behind."
"I shouldn't have made the mistake in the first place."
Wendy steered the conversation away from his mistake. "You seem so sure that Tony is dead. Why?"
"Because he was hurt in the fight. If he survived that would make him a prime target for all the things running around seaQuest."
"You don't believe that do you? I think you wont let yourself hope that he may be alive because then you'd have to face him with your mistake. I think you underestimate Tony."
"I'm not underestimating Tony. He probably drowned in the fresh water first, if not, then there's always sharks, snakes, cats, vines, and a whole assortment other things."
"I know for a fact Tony can breath fresh water. I'm his doctor after all. And Tony has dealt with cats, vines, and all other things before. I believe he's alive. Or do you want him to be dead so you can go on feeling bad about it all? So you don't have to face him with your mistake?"
Any reply Ford could've made was cut off by the arrival of Ortiz, Lucas, and Tim. And once again he was lost in the hustle of getting everyone off the ship.
***
They set out in single file. A set of two carrying a person bound to a stretcher. Every so often there was someone who had no one to carry and could defend. The three that couldn't help but could walk on there own were along the column. The captain and Ford were in front. Miguel defended the end, where Tim and Lucas carried and unconscious crew member named Megan. Dagwood carried another, by himself, freeing one more person to defend. Jim was some where in the middle and Wendy wandered up and down treating the wounded.
Everyone proceeded with the utmost caution. The seaQuest was not the safest place right then. Every time they came to a intersection there would be two people to defend in the crossway while the people carrying the others and the walking wounded crossed.
"Looks like we're almost home free." Lucas was waiting for his and Tim's turn to go across the last intersection before they reached the transports.
"Yeah, looks like we're going to make it." Tim looked back at Lucas holding the other end of the stretcher. "Do you hear laughter?"
At that moment all hell broke loose.
Jim, who had been protecting the crossway opposite Miguel, started firing. Lucas couldn't see what it was that he was firing at. When Jim moved backwards he could see one of the large cats coming at them at full speed.
Jim made a wrong move when he stepped back. He tripped over a a vine that had grown right behind him. The cat made a flying leap and landed on top of him.
All this happened before Ortiz had the chance to turn around. He fired at the two engaged in lethal combat. Noticing both Lucas and Tim, he yelled, "GO! GO!"
Lucas was all set to start running. Tim though was frozen in shook, watching in horror as his friend was mauled by huge cat. "Let's go." Lucas pushed on his end of the stretcher to get them moving. Fortunately for both of them, Tim got the hint and started to move.
They shot across the crossway. Lucas spotted Ford from where he had had to turn around at the first sound of gun fire. Lucas risked a glance behind him, and saw the cat turn on Miguel, having apparently had his fill of Jim's motionless body.
Ford had grabbed an extra pole before setting out and was able to send the cat running. It was too late though, the damage was done. The captain, a few steps behind Ford, got there in time to see his commander shake his head. Jim was beyond help.
"Guess I'll never get the answer to that question, huh?" Lucas heard Miguel wheeze out. He set down the stretcher. If this was going to be his friend's last moments on earth, he was going to be there. Vaguely, he was aware of Tim doing the same thing.
"I'll answer it. It just might take awhile for you to get the answer." The captain was by Miguel's side, trying to ease the passing of this man.
"I'll see you on the other side." The movement in his chest ceased. He stopped breathing.
Both Sensor Chief Miguel Ortiz and Lieutenant James Brody were dead.
Jumanji-seaQuest Style
by Shell Lee
Ford was sitting by himself. They had finished everything they had to do to get the injured ready to move. Right then they were waiting for the others to come back so they could move the survivors off ship.
His thoughts wandered from subject to subject. He thought of the game, and what came out. He thought of the others that were sent out to fix some transports.
He thought of Tony. Ford thought that some how he had failed the ex-con. That he shouldn't have thought that he could get out on his own and focused his own efforts on the others. And himself. Maybe that was the his problem, he was guilty he got out before he knew Tony was safe. It was his job to get his people out before himself.
Wendy came over and sat beside him. "You're brooding."
"I'm not brooding. I'm thinking."
"You're thinking about things you have no control over and that's brooding. Let me guess, Tony."
"Yeah, well, I should've done something. I should've made sure he was with us. I should've gone back to get him after I knew he wasn't." He took a deep breath. "I should've saved him."
"Maybe you should've made sure, but you are only human. Humans make mistakes."
"Not ME! I can't make mistakes that result in human lives." Ford felt like he had been walking the fine line of control ever since he had found out Tony wasn't with him. He felt like he could break down at any moment. But as commander that was something he couldn't let himself do.
"But you have learned your lesson. And you wont ever make that mistake again will you?"
"Why does that matter? I shouldn't have made that mistake in the first place."
"Would you rather have made the mistake of leaving behind Tim? Or Lucas? They can't breath underwater. They would be dead for sure, if you had left them behind."
"I shouldn't have made the mistake in the first place."
Wendy steered the conversation away from his mistake. "You seem so sure that Tony is dead. Why?"
"Because he was hurt in the fight. If he survived that would make him a prime target for all the things running around seaQuest."
"You don't believe that do you? I think you wont let yourself hope that he may be alive because then you'd have to face him with your mistake. I think you underestimate Tony."
"I'm not underestimating Tony. He probably drowned in the fresh water first, if not, then there's always sharks, snakes, cats, vines, and a whole assortment other things."
"I know for a fact Tony can breath fresh water. I'm his doctor after all. And Tony has dealt with cats, vines, and all other things before. I believe he's alive. Or do you want him to be dead so you can go on feeling bad about it all? So you don't have to face him with your mistake?"
Any reply Ford could've made was cut off by the arrival of Ortiz, Lucas, and Tim. And once again he was lost in the hustle of getting everyone off the ship.
***
They set out in single file. A set of two carrying a person bound to a stretcher. Every so often there was someone who had no one to carry and could defend. The three that couldn't help but could walk on there own were along the column. The captain and Ford were in front. Miguel defended the end, where Tim and Lucas carried and unconscious crew member named Megan. Dagwood carried another, by himself, freeing one more person to defend. Jim was some where in the middle and Wendy wandered up and down treating the wounded.
Everyone proceeded with the utmost caution. The seaQuest was not the safest place right then. Every time they came to a intersection there would be two people to defend in the crossway while the people carrying the others and the walking wounded crossed.
"Looks like we're almost home free." Lucas was waiting for his and Tim's turn to go across the last intersection before they reached the transports.
"Yeah, looks like we're going to make it." Tim looked back at Lucas holding the other end of the stretcher. "Do you hear laughter?"
At that moment all hell broke loose.
Jim, who had been protecting the crossway opposite Miguel, started firing. Lucas couldn't see what it was that he was firing at. When Jim moved backwards he could see one of the large cats coming at them at full speed.
Jim made a wrong move when he stepped back. He tripped over a a vine that had grown right behind him. The cat made a flying leap and landed on top of him.
All this happened before Ortiz had the chance to turn around. He fired at the two engaged in lethal combat. Noticing both Lucas and Tim, he yelled, "GO! GO!"
Lucas was all set to start running. Tim though was frozen in shook, watching in horror as his friend was mauled by huge cat. "Let's go." Lucas pushed on his end of the stretcher to get them moving. Fortunately for both of them, Tim got the hint and started to move.
They shot across the crossway. Lucas spotted Ford from where he had had to turn around at the first sound of gun fire. Lucas risked a glance behind him, and saw the cat turn on Miguel, having apparently had his fill of Jim's motionless body.
Ford had grabbed an extra pole before setting out and was able to send the cat running. It was too late though, the damage was done. The captain, a few steps behind Ford, got there in time to see his commander shake his head. Jim was beyond help.
"Guess I'll never get the answer to that question, huh?" Lucas heard Miguel wheeze out. He set down the stretcher. If this was going to be his friend's last moments on earth, he was going to be there. Vaguely, he was aware of Tim doing the same thing.
"I'll answer it. It just might take awhile for you to get the answer." The captain was by Miguel's side, trying to ease the passing of this man.
"I'll see you on the other side." The movement in his chest ceased. He stopped breathing.
Both Sensor Chief Miguel Ortiz and Lieutenant James Brody were dead.