CONTINUING EDUCATION

Door 5

By Kiddo

In Loving Memory of Jonathan Brandis

Disclaimer:

I don't have any rights to the TV show "seaQuest DSV," and I am not making any money by writing this.

A special "Thank You" goes to my wonderful beta-reader Jackie and Lynnp, Moira Shion and KatKnits00 for their Reviews.

Shortly before 12:00, the seaQuest crew stepped into the dinning room; the majority of the other teams were already there.

Mr. Grey, the leader of the course, welcomed them at the entrance. "Hello, you must be the UEO team from the seaQuest, am I right?"

Dr. Westphalen nodded. "How did you know that?" None of them were wearing uniforms or anything else that would give them away.

Grey smiled. "Oh, I just went through all the registration forms again. And your team is one of the most interesting because it is so different. I'm looking forward to seeing how your team will manage during our little seminar." Now the slightly overweight man turned to the blond boy. "And you must be Lucas Wolenczak."

The teenager nodded. He had a bad feeling about this.

"When I read your last name, I immediately had to think of Dr. Lawrence Wolenczak. Are you related to him?" Curiosity was written all over the leader's face.

Lucas smiled slightly. "He's my father."

Grey was thrilled. "Oh, it must be so wonderful to have such an important father. You must be very proud of him. I guess that also explains why someone so young is on a top UEO submarine. You must have gotten a lot of your intelligence from your father."

Benjamin Krieg hit Lucas playfully on the shoulder. "Oh, I tell you he has. Einstein has nothing on him. Our little one has already mastered Stanford and is our resident computer genius."

For the "little one" comment, he really wanted to punch Ben in the face. Why couldn't the supply officer just pipe down for once?

"Computer genius? Oh that's interesting. I must tell you that our computer hasn't been working probably for a few days now. Maybe you could take a look at it if you have some time."

Lucas grumbled something that could have been a yes or no.

Now Mr. Grey turned to the rest of the seaQuest crew. "I think I've taken enough of your time already." He looked over the schedule on his clipboard. "Your table is on the other side of the room, in the right corner. On the table is a little card with the name 'seaQuest' on it, so you can't miss it." He indicated the direction with his hand.

"Our table?" asked Ford, surprised.

The leader of the seminar nodded. "Yes, we decided that each team will have its own table. After all, we don't work on building new teams, we work on making old teams stronger and better. Therefore, we don't want to start mixing everyone at meals."

A not completely convinced "Okay" was the only answer he received.

Written November 2004 – Translated November 2005