CONTINUING EDUCATION

Door 8

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 and Moira Shion for their Reviews.

Ten minutes later, the four of them were on the beach.

Ortiz was the first to dive into the water. It didn't take long before the others followed him.

After a while, they came back to the shore and sat down on the sand. The sand had stored the sun's heat from the day and was pleasantly warm.

Lucas had wrapped his towel around himself and was playing with a shell. A few minutes went by where everybody just sat in the silence of the evening. Each of them was lost in his own thoughts.

Sometime later, Bridger stood up and brushed the sand off his trunks. "I think it might be time for us to go back, unless we want to run the risk of the others filing missing–persons reports." He pulled his pants on over his trunks and grabbed his t-shirt.

The moral officer nodded. "Bridger's right. I don't need to see Dr. Westphalen coming down here with a flashlight. With my luck, she'll blame me for everyone being late, and she'll punish me correspondingly during my next medical check up."

Miguel had to smile at Ben's last comment. Nobody in their right mind would voluntary pick a fight with their doctor. The Cuban and teenager also started to pull their clothes on over their swim trunks.

When they were all ready, they walked back to the base. In the meantime, it had gotten really dark.

When they were only a short way away from the building, Ben suddenly tripped over something, and his whole body went crashing down to the ground.

He stood up swearing. "Holy shit! Why don't they have any street lamps or anything like that? I could have broken my neck!"

Lucas was glad that Ben couldn't see his superior smile in the darkness. "Street lamps aren't allowed here."

"Why not! This is bloody dangerous!" Krieg was still very pissed.

"You see, in some parts of Florida, they're not allowed because turtles come to lay their eggs in the sand. The light of the street lamps would irritate them, and that wouldn't be good," explained the young genius objectively.

"Great, just great. Everybody takes into consideration the reproductive habits of a turtle, but nobody cares that I could have been seriously hurt."

Bridger shook his head in amusement. This was one of his leading officers….

Written November 2004 – Translated November 2005