HI PEOPLE. THANKS FOR READING MY WORKS OF FANFICTION. JUST A FEW APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE..
THIS IS ONE OF THOSE WIP STORIES I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE SURE ABOUT BEFORE I STARTED POSTING... AND MAYBE SHOULDNT HAVE POSTED AT ALL. AT LEAST, I SHOULD HAVE WAITED 'TIL IT WAS FINISHED. THIS SOUGHT OF CONFUSION ABOUT A STORY I'VE ALREADY STARTED NEVER HAPPENS TO ME... OKAY SO I MOSTLY WRITE ARTICLES AND ESSAYS FOR ASSESSMENT AT UNIVERSITY AS OPPOSED TO STORIES.. BUT STILL. I DO APOLOGISE. THIS FIC DOES ACTUALLY HAVE A STORYLINE NOW (LOL!).. I HOPE YOU CAN ENJOY READING..
Part Four
McGath sat back in his chair as he mentally tried to ease his thumping pulse, "How the hell did this happen?" he whispered rhetorically.
Admiral Noyce answered anyway, "Obviously, we have a mole. Or a number of them by the looks of it."
The Secretary-General looked at the Admiral sitting across from him, "Do we know of anyone we can trust?"
Noyce sighed, "I believe we can trust most UEO veterans. It's the newer people we've got to worry about."
McGath narrowed his eyes, "Are you sure?"
"Something like turning half the UEO fleet against each other takes something pretty big. Either someone has stirred something up pretty badly..."
McGath finished his sentence, "Or they were never UEO in the first place,"
"That's right,"
"Then who the hell are they?"
"We need to get a hold of them to find out," Noyce told him.
"And to do that we need to pull up nearly every record available. Find out who fired on whom. Weed out who the liars are,"
"And to do that," Noyce continued, "We need someone whom we can trust isn't falsifying anything."
McGath leaned forward, "How many people are aware of how serious this situation is?"
"Just the two of us," Noyce replied. McGath looked surprised, "The UEO is nearing possible collapse. I don't think we should make it public news."
McGath nodded, "Well no, but we should at least inform most of the senior UEO executives,"
"We can't trust all of them either,"
McGath sighed again loudly and passed a hand across his face, "This is intelligence service stuff. We need Section Seven."
"We'll propose the involvement of Section Seven at a senior board meeting," Noyce assured him, "Who else can we trust?"
McGath looked at him ironically, "Most of the senior crew of the SeaQuest,"
"Who are missing," Noyce looked at him.
McGath shut his eyes, "And likely destroyed,"
Admiral Noyce looked at him with something that resembled disgust, "Give your men more faith, McGath."
McGath shook his head, "I would like to, but we can't protect the SeaQuest, and how can they protect themselves if they don't know who their enemies are?"
The Admiral pursed his lips, "Is that all?"
"I would say, Nathan Bridger," McGath said.
Noyce nodded, "I would agree. But he's retired. He's not likely to be able to help us."
"Bill," McGath said seriously, "This is a possible overthrow of the UEO!"
Noyce stood up, irritably, "Don't be so Goddamned negative," he cursed, "And I doubt Nathan would be very pleased if we drew him into something like this,"
"Being who he is he is already going to be drawn into it - by the wrong people," McGath argued, "He's likely to need our protection."
Noyce became silent, contemplating this. McGath continued, "And if the SeaQuest hasn't just disappeared this time, or even if it has, he's going to be involved in other ways anyway."
***
Nathan came back into the living room with a bowl of water and a wet cloth and kneeled next to Lucas.
After checking Lucas' pulse and temperature, Nathan had gone about trying to get Lucas cleaned up so that he could rest in a proper bed.
However, when thought about trying to get Lucas into the bed, he had realised how badly hurt Lucas was. Nathan was going to have trouble dragging Lucas towards a bed or a bath by himself without injuring him further. Especially when the young man was still unconscious.
Nathan decided to leave Lucas on the couch and set up a makeshift bed for himself near the couch and the fire instead.
Now, he sat beside the unconscious teenager and tried to sooth the boy so that he could rest better. The high temperature wasn't going to help, so he placed the cool cloth over the boy's forehead.
He sighed shakily, afraid that Lucas was sicker than he realised. He lifted up Lucas' shirt to look at the wound. Lonie had already done a good job of cleaning it, and most of the poison was already in Lucas' system. So there was really no point in cleaning the wound. He supposed he should just cover it to stop the bleeding. He sighed again. He needed to talk to a doctor.
His frantic thoughts were interrupted with a gentle beeping from behind him. He had set the vidlink communicator on a quieter tone after he put Michael to bed so that it didn't disturb him. He took one more look at Lucas and then got up to retrieve it.
Just as he reached over to press the button and accept the call, Lucas made a noise. He turned quickly to find Lucas tossing and shaking. He ran over to him and pulled held him tightly to ease the shaking. It was then that he realised the teenager was convulsing. He held him tighter while Lucas' muscles cramped. Lucas' breathing came out in gasps, as the boy struggled with the pain.
After what felt to Nathan like an eternity, Lucas stopped shaking so violently. Nathan pulled back to look at him and realised he was conscious. At some point during the drama, the vidlink had stopped, started again, and then stopped again. Nathan figured that if it was that important they would probably call back.
Lucas' brilliant blue eyes looked partially glazed over from the pain, but he seemed somewhat coherent, although confused, "Ca-Captain?"
Nathan nodded, "Your with me, on my island. Do you remember what happened, Lucas?"
Lucas scrunched up his face, trying to remember, "I was shot with something.." he croaked weakly, "The SeaQuest.. Oh my God, where are the Commander.."
Nathan put a hand on his chest to calm him, "It's okay. They're okay, they aren't here, Lucas,"
Lucas looked at him confused, "Where are we?"
"We're at my place. In my house."
Lucas absorbed the information without much reaction and swallowed weakly, "Oh okay," The boy closed his eyes in pain.
Nathan passed a hand across his head again, "You try to sleep, son. I'll get you some help, okay?"
Nathan stood up and looked towards the vidlink. Suddenly, he had an idea. Relief passed through him at the thought of her. He knew a doctor he could trust.
THIS IS ONE OF THOSE WIP STORIES I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE SURE ABOUT BEFORE I STARTED POSTING... AND MAYBE SHOULDNT HAVE POSTED AT ALL. AT LEAST, I SHOULD HAVE WAITED 'TIL IT WAS FINISHED. THIS SOUGHT OF CONFUSION ABOUT A STORY I'VE ALREADY STARTED NEVER HAPPENS TO ME... OKAY SO I MOSTLY WRITE ARTICLES AND ESSAYS FOR ASSESSMENT AT UNIVERSITY AS OPPOSED TO STORIES.. BUT STILL. I DO APOLOGISE. THIS FIC DOES ACTUALLY HAVE A STORYLINE NOW (LOL!).. I HOPE YOU CAN ENJOY READING..
Part Four
McGath sat back in his chair as he mentally tried to ease his thumping pulse, "How the hell did this happen?" he whispered rhetorically.
Admiral Noyce answered anyway, "Obviously, we have a mole. Or a number of them by the looks of it."
The Secretary-General looked at the Admiral sitting across from him, "Do we know of anyone we can trust?"
Noyce sighed, "I believe we can trust most UEO veterans. It's the newer people we've got to worry about."
McGath narrowed his eyes, "Are you sure?"
"Something like turning half the UEO fleet against each other takes something pretty big. Either someone has stirred something up pretty badly..."
McGath finished his sentence, "Or they were never UEO in the first place,"
"That's right,"
"Then who the hell are they?"
"We need to get a hold of them to find out," Noyce told him.
"And to do that we need to pull up nearly every record available. Find out who fired on whom. Weed out who the liars are,"
"And to do that," Noyce continued, "We need someone whom we can trust isn't falsifying anything."
McGath leaned forward, "How many people are aware of how serious this situation is?"
"Just the two of us," Noyce replied. McGath looked surprised, "The UEO is nearing possible collapse. I don't think we should make it public news."
McGath nodded, "Well no, but we should at least inform most of the senior UEO executives,"
"We can't trust all of them either,"
McGath sighed again loudly and passed a hand across his face, "This is intelligence service stuff. We need Section Seven."
"We'll propose the involvement of Section Seven at a senior board meeting," Noyce assured him, "Who else can we trust?"
McGath looked at him ironically, "Most of the senior crew of the SeaQuest,"
"Who are missing," Noyce looked at him.
McGath shut his eyes, "And likely destroyed,"
Admiral Noyce looked at him with something that resembled disgust, "Give your men more faith, McGath."
McGath shook his head, "I would like to, but we can't protect the SeaQuest, and how can they protect themselves if they don't know who their enemies are?"
The Admiral pursed his lips, "Is that all?"
"I would say, Nathan Bridger," McGath said.
Noyce nodded, "I would agree. But he's retired. He's not likely to be able to help us."
"Bill," McGath said seriously, "This is a possible overthrow of the UEO!"
Noyce stood up, irritably, "Don't be so Goddamned negative," he cursed, "And I doubt Nathan would be very pleased if we drew him into something like this,"
"Being who he is he is already going to be drawn into it - by the wrong people," McGath argued, "He's likely to need our protection."
Noyce became silent, contemplating this. McGath continued, "And if the SeaQuest hasn't just disappeared this time, or even if it has, he's going to be involved in other ways anyway."
***
Nathan came back into the living room with a bowl of water and a wet cloth and kneeled next to Lucas.
After checking Lucas' pulse and temperature, Nathan had gone about trying to get Lucas cleaned up so that he could rest in a proper bed.
However, when thought about trying to get Lucas into the bed, he had realised how badly hurt Lucas was. Nathan was going to have trouble dragging Lucas towards a bed or a bath by himself without injuring him further. Especially when the young man was still unconscious.
Nathan decided to leave Lucas on the couch and set up a makeshift bed for himself near the couch and the fire instead.
Now, he sat beside the unconscious teenager and tried to sooth the boy so that he could rest better. The high temperature wasn't going to help, so he placed the cool cloth over the boy's forehead.
He sighed shakily, afraid that Lucas was sicker than he realised. He lifted up Lucas' shirt to look at the wound. Lonie had already done a good job of cleaning it, and most of the poison was already in Lucas' system. So there was really no point in cleaning the wound. He supposed he should just cover it to stop the bleeding. He sighed again. He needed to talk to a doctor.
His frantic thoughts were interrupted with a gentle beeping from behind him. He had set the vidlink communicator on a quieter tone after he put Michael to bed so that it didn't disturb him. He took one more look at Lucas and then got up to retrieve it.
Just as he reached over to press the button and accept the call, Lucas made a noise. He turned quickly to find Lucas tossing and shaking. He ran over to him and pulled held him tightly to ease the shaking. It was then that he realised the teenager was convulsing. He held him tighter while Lucas' muscles cramped. Lucas' breathing came out in gasps, as the boy struggled with the pain.
After what felt to Nathan like an eternity, Lucas stopped shaking so violently. Nathan pulled back to look at him and realised he was conscious. At some point during the drama, the vidlink had stopped, started again, and then stopped again. Nathan figured that if it was that important they would probably call back.
Lucas' brilliant blue eyes looked partially glazed over from the pain, but he seemed somewhat coherent, although confused, "Ca-Captain?"
Nathan nodded, "Your with me, on my island. Do you remember what happened, Lucas?"
Lucas scrunched up his face, trying to remember, "I was shot with something.." he croaked weakly, "The SeaQuest.. Oh my God, where are the Commander.."
Nathan put a hand on his chest to calm him, "It's okay. They're okay, they aren't here, Lucas,"
Lucas looked at him confused, "Where are we?"
"We're at my place. In my house."
Lucas absorbed the information without much reaction and swallowed weakly, "Oh okay," The boy closed his eyes in pain.
Nathan passed a hand across his head again, "You try to sleep, son. I'll get you some help, okay?"
Nathan stood up and looked towards the vidlink. Suddenly, he had an idea. Relief passed through him at the thought of her. He knew a doctor he could trust.
