AN: Ok, I swear the end is in sight! But it's still not for awile yet, espesaly at the pace I write :)
Jumanji-seaQuest Style
by Shell Lee
Still reeling from the loss of not one but two crew members, Ford sneaked ahead of everyone. So he was the first to see the still figure of a man next to the body of a large cat. Someone was also standing nearby. Ford dismissed them as just another crew member caught up in this whole big mess.
Out of reflex more than any real hope that the man was alive, he reached down to feel for a pulse and caught a good look at the man's face. It was Ray. Not even someone he could say he knew well.
"Don't bother. He's dead." Later many terms and expressions would be used to describe Ford's face when he saw who had spoken: Gob smacked, shell shocked, like he'd hit over the head by a two by four.
Like he'd seen a ghost.
Ford raised his eyes and saw Tony. He looked that way because someone had forgotten to tell him, Tony was alive and kicking.
"You're dead." The one simple statement held such disbelief. One more thing Ford thought he knew, and found out he knew nothing about.
"Nope, being dead wouldn't hurt so much." Tony looked down at Ray's still body. "Can't say the same for him though."
"You're dead." That seemed to be the only thing he could say at the moment.
"We went over this. I ain't dead. He is." Tony knelt down beside the commander. "Wish I coulda done more for him."
Ford looked at Tony. Taking it all in. He had lost two friends just a moment ago and now a friend he thought lost forever was back at his side. Before he knew what he was doing, Ford had drawn Tony into a hug.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." It was true he could never be sorry enough for what he did.
The embrace ended quickly to Tony's everlasting relief, and in time to save what little was left of Ford's reputation. Right after it was done, the first of the injured arrived.
Once the people started arriving, Ford started packing all of them into the ships to get them the hell off of the seaQuest where they'd all have a much better chance of living. He carefully pushed the fact of Tony being alive, as in not dead, to the back of his mind. There would be plenty of time to deal with that later. For right then and there though, he had a job to do.
Everyone was quiet while they were doing their jobs. They all knew not only one had died so that they might live but two. Each having died as they protected the others. The only time when this was broken was when Tony asked why they were all being so silent. Actually his exact words were, "Why's everyone acting like someone just ran over their pet poodle?" A typical Tony thing to say.
Before long it was time to say good-bye.
Wendy didn't say good-bye. She didn't want to jinx anything because saying good-bye might be taken to mean that she wont be seeing them again, ever.
Dag hugged each one of them. In his own way he knew that he might never see the people he loved again and it made him sad. He didn't like to be sad. "Don't worry, be happy."
Next it was time for Bridger to say his farewells.
"Captain..."
"Don't say good-bye, Lucas. We'll see each other again. Don't forget, it's not over until the fat lady sings."
"I won't. I promise."
"Tony. I remember when you came on board. I am happy to say that you have changed in the time I've known you. Don't forget what happens. You must remember and move on."
"I'll try my best. See ya in a few, Cap'n."
"Tim. What can I say to you? Trust them. They won't let you down." No need to ask who 'them' was. 'Them' was his friends.
"I will, Sir."
Bridger turned to Commander Ford. He had to say something to him. Something memorable, so he wouldn't forget, because there was no guaranty that even if everything turns out right that he'll ever get the chance to say something similar again. Some sort of parting words of wisdom to the leader of those he left behind.
"Jonathan. I just want to say, if I don't see you again, that I have enjoyed our time together. I wouldn't trust anyone else with the seaQuest and the lives of those on her."
Bridger turned and faced the four players. "See you all on the other side." Bridger slipped into the transport. It would be the last time any of them saw the Captain until the end of the game.
The foursome all watched, entranced as the craft slid under the water and out of the damaged seaQuest, on its way to safety.
"What did he mean, 'See you all on the other side?'" Tony asked.
"He meant that he'll see us again on the other side of this obstacle in life. When the game ends, if we all survive, we'll see him again alive. If we die then, well, we'll see him again in the afterlife."
Sometime later Ford said, "Come on. We have a game to play."
***
Tim was apprehensive about taking his turn, and with good reason. Everything that had come out of that game so far had turned out to be deadly and there was no indication that this trend was going to change soon. But he had to continue on, and play. For Miguel, and Jim, and Lonnie and the countless others that had perished, they had to finish it and make everything better.
So, in another storage room, Tim bucked up, took a deep steadying breath, and rolled the dice. The dice landed five and a six up. A new message swirled into existence.
"Raging and howling
A gale throws its might;
Hold on for dear life
Or be blown out of sight."
The wind picked up dramatically. From nearly zero to 120 miles per hour with wind gusts of up to 200. There was no rain to accompany it, and for some strange reason, Tim's brain decided this was a good time to point out that the room was really too small for this kind of wind.
The board was picked up and flung across the room, where it landed unharmed folded neatly up, the dice inside.
The other occupants of the room weren't nearly so lucky. Tim tumbled and fell through the air. He hit a few boxes and things before finally coming to rest pushed up against the wall, holding on for dear life.
It was nearly impossible to move against the wind coming at him. Some how, Tim found the strength to push out from and crawl away from the wall. Debris pelting him the whole way. He had gotten a about a foot away from it when something large and heavy hit him, throwing him back into the wall.
Frustrated with his lack of progress against the high speed winds, he realized that the thing that hit him was Commander Ford.
Ford and Tim worked together communicating with hand signs and mouthing words, since nothing could be heard over the wind. They made better time than either of them could've on their own. Every time one of them slipped backwards, the other caught him and prevented him from losing more ground.
The two moved forward slowly but surely. Tim couldn't see the door and he knew neither could Ford, because lifting his head up meant something might hit it. For all Tim knew they could be crawling around in circles.
Abruptly the wind stopped, and Tim felt it safe to raise his head. Ford was already standing and looking around. Tim did the same, and saw that they had made it out the door. The wind wasn't nearly as strong as in the room.
"Tim," Ford breathed, "are you ok?"
"I'm," Tim took a breath, "ok. Are you ok?"
"I'm good." Tim and Ford just stood there for a little while, catching their breath.
"Lucas and Tony are still in that room aren't they?" Tim asked.
"Yeah, they are."
Jumanji-seaQuest Style
by Shell Lee
Still reeling from the loss of not one but two crew members, Ford sneaked ahead of everyone. So he was the first to see the still figure of a man next to the body of a large cat. Someone was also standing nearby. Ford dismissed them as just another crew member caught up in this whole big mess.
Out of reflex more than any real hope that the man was alive, he reached down to feel for a pulse and caught a good look at the man's face. It was Ray. Not even someone he could say he knew well.
"Don't bother. He's dead." Later many terms and expressions would be used to describe Ford's face when he saw who had spoken: Gob smacked, shell shocked, like he'd hit over the head by a two by four.
Like he'd seen a ghost.
Ford raised his eyes and saw Tony. He looked that way because someone had forgotten to tell him, Tony was alive and kicking.
"You're dead." The one simple statement held such disbelief. One more thing Ford thought he knew, and found out he knew nothing about.
"Nope, being dead wouldn't hurt so much." Tony looked down at Ray's still body. "Can't say the same for him though."
"You're dead." That seemed to be the only thing he could say at the moment.
"We went over this. I ain't dead. He is." Tony knelt down beside the commander. "Wish I coulda done more for him."
Ford looked at Tony. Taking it all in. He had lost two friends just a moment ago and now a friend he thought lost forever was back at his side. Before he knew what he was doing, Ford had drawn Tony into a hug.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." It was true he could never be sorry enough for what he did.
The embrace ended quickly to Tony's everlasting relief, and in time to save what little was left of Ford's reputation. Right after it was done, the first of the injured arrived.
Once the people started arriving, Ford started packing all of them into the ships to get them the hell off of the seaQuest where they'd all have a much better chance of living. He carefully pushed the fact of Tony being alive, as in not dead, to the back of his mind. There would be plenty of time to deal with that later. For right then and there though, he had a job to do.
Everyone was quiet while they were doing their jobs. They all knew not only one had died so that they might live but two. Each having died as they protected the others. The only time when this was broken was when Tony asked why they were all being so silent. Actually his exact words were, "Why's everyone acting like someone just ran over their pet poodle?" A typical Tony thing to say.
Before long it was time to say good-bye.
Wendy didn't say good-bye. She didn't want to jinx anything because saying good-bye might be taken to mean that she wont be seeing them again, ever.
Dag hugged each one of them. In his own way he knew that he might never see the people he loved again and it made him sad. He didn't like to be sad. "Don't worry, be happy."
Next it was time for Bridger to say his farewells.
"Captain..."
"Don't say good-bye, Lucas. We'll see each other again. Don't forget, it's not over until the fat lady sings."
"I won't. I promise."
"Tony. I remember when you came on board. I am happy to say that you have changed in the time I've known you. Don't forget what happens. You must remember and move on."
"I'll try my best. See ya in a few, Cap'n."
"Tim. What can I say to you? Trust them. They won't let you down." No need to ask who 'them' was. 'Them' was his friends.
"I will, Sir."
Bridger turned to Commander Ford. He had to say something to him. Something memorable, so he wouldn't forget, because there was no guaranty that even if everything turns out right that he'll ever get the chance to say something similar again. Some sort of parting words of wisdom to the leader of those he left behind.
"Jonathan. I just want to say, if I don't see you again, that I have enjoyed our time together. I wouldn't trust anyone else with the seaQuest and the lives of those on her."
Bridger turned and faced the four players. "See you all on the other side." Bridger slipped into the transport. It would be the last time any of them saw the Captain until the end of the game.
The foursome all watched, entranced as the craft slid under the water and out of the damaged seaQuest, on its way to safety.
"What did he mean, 'See you all on the other side?'" Tony asked.
"He meant that he'll see us again on the other side of this obstacle in life. When the game ends, if we all survive, we'll see him again alive. If we die then, well, we'll see him again in the afterlife."
Sometime later Ford said, "Come on. We have a game to play."
***
Tim was apprehensive about taking his turn, and with good reason. Everything that had come out of that game so far had turned out to be deadly and there was no indication that this trend was going to change soon. But he had to continue on, and play. For Miguel, and Jim, and Lonnie and the countless others that had perished, they had to finish it and make everything better.
So, in another storage room, Tim bucked up, took a deep steadying breath, and rolled the dice. The dice landed five and a six up. A new message swirled into existence.
"Raging and howling
A gale throws its might;
Hold on for dear life
Or be blown out of sight."
The wind picked up dramatically. From nearly zero to 120 miles per hour with wind gusts of up to 200. There was no rain to accompany it, and for some strange reason, Tim's brain decided this was a good time to point out that the room was really too small for this kind of wind.
The board was picked up and flung across the room, where it landed unharmed folded neatly up, the dice inside.
The other occupants of the room weren't nearly so lucky. Tim tumbled and fell through the air. He hit a few boxes and things before finally coming to rest pushed up against the wall, holding on for dear life.
It was nearly impossible to move against the wind coming at him. Some how, Tim found the strength to push out from and crawl away from the wall. Debris pelting him the whole way. He had gotten a about a foot away from it when something large and heavy hit him, throwing him back into the wall.
Frustrated with his lack of progress against the high speed winds, he realized that the thing that hit him was Commander Ford.
Ford and Tim worked together communicating with hand signs and mouthing words, since nothing could be heard over the wind. They made better time than either of them could've on their own. Every time one of them slipped backwards, the other caught him and prevented him from losing more ground.
The two moved forward slowly but surely. Tim couldn't see the door and he knew neither could Ford, because lifting his head up meant something might hit it. For all Tim knew they could be crawling around in circles.
Abruptly the wind stopped, and Tim felt it safe to raise his head. Ford was already standing and looking around. Tim did the same, and saw that they had made it out the door. The wind wasn't nearly as strong as in the room.
"Tim," Ford breathed, "are you ok?"
"I'm," Tim took a breath, "ok. Are you ok?"
"I'm good." Tim and Ford just stood there for a little while, catching their breath.
"Lucas and Tony are still in that room aren't they?" Tim asked.
"Yeah, they are."