Okay, here is the first part to the sequel of "A Mother's Love." Thank you for all of the great reviews on it so far, and since many of you (via the review system as well as outside of it) have asked if there would be a sequel, I decided to write one. Hopefully I'll answer all of your questions from the previous piece!

Thanks again to KP for the use of Sam, as brief as it will be in this piece. So here comes the fun part that I was informed that I should add!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own SeaQuest or any of its original characters, story lines, or anything else that was originally there before I decided to mess with it. I also don't own the character of Sam/Samantha. I do, however, own the following original characters: Ellie, Gavin, Sean, Jason, Katherine, Patrick, Jennifer and Gary. Can I say that I wish I owned Lucas? I'm not making any money off of any of this writing, if I was I'd quit my job and write full time!

That said, without further adieu, on with the show!

The sound of computer keys clicking away furiously was the only thing that could be heard in the small room. It was late, and he really should be sleeping, but he wanted to crack into this system. It held information that he needed, and he wouldn't be satisfied until he had it. A double beep sounded, telling him that he still hadn't cracked it.

Frowning, he chewed anxiously on the pen he was holding in his teeth and contemplated his next move. This was like an intricate game of chess and he was losing at the moment. Whoever had designed this system was good, but he knew he was better. He studied the screen, and then looked back at the piece of paper he'd been scribbling ideas on, trying to think of something he may have missed.

His eyes lit up as he realized that the code was staring him in the face, he didn't know how he'd missed it. He entered it quickly, and was rewarded as the database appeared on his screen.

"Bingo," he whispered. Quickly, he typed in the name to search for. "Find, Eleanor Elise Wolenczak, Lucas Daniel Wolenczak, December 23, 2002," he said out loud as he typed it into the search field. He pressed the enter key and waited. The database scanned through the millions of names it contained to see if it could find what he was looking for.

A triple beep sounded as his target was located. Opening the record, it was all there, everything he'd been hoping to find. His name, Ellie's name listed as the birth mother, Lawrence's as the father. He scowled, knowing it was a lie, but also acutely aware of why Ellie had given the name. He scanned through all of the details; his weight, his measurements, time of birth. He was looking for something specific.

"Ahhhhh. There you are," he said to himself. He highlighted the name of the physician listed as the one who'd presided over his birth, and then wrote it down in the notebook he was keeping. "Dr. Wayne Greenfield," he repeated after he'd written it out.

He closed the record and was about to exit the system when something caught his eye. There were 2 records listed. He highlighted the second record and pressed enter. His breath caught in his throat as it came up, and he wished he hadn't noticed it.

Ellie's death record, there in black and white. He scanned it quickly, suddenly interested in what it said. Cause of death, drug overdose. "Well no freakin' kidding," he said. He read the report that listed it as a hospital oversight, an accident. Two nurses had given her pain medication back to back, not realizing that she'd already had it. He saw all of her vital statistics listed.

"What in the hell…" he said, sitting up straight as he noticed something. "The pronouncing physician was Dr. Greenfield? How does that work?" he thought. He wrote it down, thinking it irregular that the same doctor who had delivered him had also been the one to conveniently pronounce the death of the mother. So easy to cover up that way.

He rubbed his eyes. He'd had enough of this. He wrote down the code that had gotten him into the system at the top of the page, above the information he'd just written. He backed his way carefully out, being sure to leave no trace of his presence behind. When done, he shut down his computer and sat back.

His tired eyes drifted to his left, falling on the picture of himself and Ellie that he kept on the desk. It was the picture taken that last night at Chatton, when Ellie had thrown him a "birthday" party. He smiled, remembering it fondly as he stared at the picture of them in front of the little cake she'd bought. Sam had given it to him as surprise; he'd forgotten that she'd taken it. She'd picked out a nice silver frame, with a blessing in Gaelic etched around the edges, so that the photo wouldn't be ruined in the chaotic mess that he called a room.

"Night Mom," he whispered, as he did every night. He stood up and headed for the bed, having already changed some time ago. He'd known he had a night of work ahead of him and because he wasn't planning on going anywhere he'd already put on the pajama pants for working comfort.

Falling back onto the bed, he let out a sigh. This was a lot of work, but he had known it would be. Pretty soon, he'd have all the information he needed to put his plan into action, he'd just have to get the leave clearance from the Captain. Lawrence would pay, dearly, and it was that thought that kept him going, along with the satisfaction of knowing that justice would be done. He would take everything from Lawrence, just as Lawrence had done to him. It was the least that he deserved for what he had done. He smiled to himself, thoughts of perfect revenge ushering him to sleep.

It seemed like only moments later that his alarm was going off, though he knew he'd gotten in at least 5 hours of sleep. He rolled out of bed and sat up, grabbing the remote and pressing the button that would silence the alarm. He was still for a few minutes as his body and brain tried to catch up to each other in realizing that it was time to be awake again. It was then he realized that he'd forgotten something last night, two pieces of information that he wanted, but that were not necessary to his plan.

He looked at the clock, 7:30. He had enough time to get it, especially since he didn't have to spend time trying to figure out how to break in again. The remote was still in his hand, so he pressed another button, this one turning his computer on. He tossed the remote on the bed and sat down in his chair as the computer booted up. He went quickly into the hack program that he'd developed before ever setting foot on the SeaQuest, and straight to the log in for the same database he'd accessed last night. He flipped open the notebook and typed in the code that would get him in. He grinned as the database came up once again. "Welcome to the Los Angeles County Public Records Database," the banner read.

Quickly, he went into the section for birth records and typed in Ellie's full maiden name: Eleanor Elise James. The record came up, and he was surprised that in a place as big as Los Angeles there had only been one Eleanor Elise James in the history of their records. He highlighted and opened it, scanning it quickly, but the date of birth stopped him cold. December 23, 1979. They shared a birthday, he hadn't known that and she had never mentioned it. He exhaled and moved on until he found what he was looking for.

Finding it, he quickly wrote down the names of her parents: Katherine Mary James and Patrick Henry James.

He shut the record and went back to the search field, typing in another name: Gavin Michael Adair. He'd gotten Gavin's last name from Ellie, and he paused as he realized that, had his life turned out differently, his name would be different too. Lucas Daniel Adair. "It has a ring to it doesn't it?" he said to himself.

As the record came up, he opened it and scanned again for the names of the parents. Finding them, he quickly wrote them down: Jennifer Ann Adair and Gary Scott Adair.

Shutting that record down, he quickly did a death record search on all 4 names, but they came up negative. All were still alive. He smiled again and quickly but carefully backed out of the system. He'd look up Sean later, but for now he had to shower and get dressed. He looked at the clock again. 7:40, perfect.

He jumped up and grabbed his towel and shower kit, dashing out into the corridor of C Deck at breakneck speed and heading for the showers, nearly taking someone else out in the process.

"Hey! Lucas! Watch where you're going huh?"

"Sorry!" he said over his shoulder.

Entering the men's room he quickly tossed his towel over the bar outside one of the showers. Opening his bag he pulled out his soap, shampoo, toothbrush and toothpaste. He'd found that the quickest way was to just do all of this stuff at once, but he only did it when he was running late, like now. He got into the shower quickly, barely suppressing a yelp as cold water hit him before the water warmed up to shower temperature. He showered as quickly as possible and headed back to his quarters. He hung up the wet towel and threw his shower kit back onto the shelf. He quickly pulled on clean clothes, tied his sneakers, ran a brush through his hair and was out the door again just in time to meet Sam, as he always did.

She silently handed him a cup of coffee, which he gratefully took. He'd taken a liking to it after his whole experience with her, but he still couldn't drink it completely black like she could.

"Thanks Sam," he said.

"No problem," she replied. "Late night looking at girlie mags?" she asked, not even looking at him as they headed down the corridor.

"Tempting, but no," he replied.

The two continued down the corridor, headed for the Medical Lab where both were working today. The rest of the trip was made in silence, Lucas sipping his coffee as they walked. She didn't know what he was planning; no one did, although she might suspect that he was up to something.

Reaching the lab they parted ways, he to work on some malfunctioning medical computer equipment and she to work with Dr. Westphalen on a research project involving some marine vegetation samples they had collected. Sam had tried to explain it to him, and as much as he normally would have found it interesting, he'd had other things on his mind and had only processed about half of what she'd actually said.

The SeaQuest was currently sitting off the coast of California, monitoring the waters for possible pirate activity that had been reported to the UEO. Lucas knew that if he was going to do this, the time was now. He'd have to ask the Captain for 2 weeks leave tonight.