Deep Blue Blackmail
Chapter 14
By Kiddo
In Loving Memory of Jonathan Brandis
"Don't fix a broken heart. Who really wants to forget?" (Joseph Fiennes)
"I always will remember you by real good moments." ("Real Good Moments" by Christian Wunderlich)
Disclaimer: I don't have any rights to the TV show "seaQuest DSV," and I am not making any money with this fanfiction. Mike Erikson is my own creation.
A big "Thank You" goes to my beta reader Jackie and everybody who reviewed.
Reviews and feedback are always welcome.
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Lucas already had a sneaking suspicion who he was. Died between 1970 and 1980, made music, and also acted. That could only mean one person when you considered it was O'Neill's pick.
"I'm Elvis Presley – the King!"
Tim and Miguel smiled. The supply officer, on the other hand, looked a bit sour. That had gone way too fast. "Come on, Tim, it's your turn now." Krieg held out the baseball cap, which now had only two pieces of paper in it.
O'Neill chose one and gave it to Miguel, who taped it to his forehead. The Cuban realized that it was the paper he had written.
Tim sighed and thought for a moment. He hated games like this, where he was the center of attention. "Am I male?"
The other three nodded.
"Am I human?"
"Yes."
O'Neill thought about one of Lucas's first questions. "Am I still alive?"
The others shook their heads. "No."
Tim pushed his glasses a up on his nose. "Have I been dead a long time? Umm... I mean… did I die before 2000?"
Ben and Miguel nodded while the teenager blew his nose.
"Was I still alive in 1980?"
Ortiz shook his head. "No."
"And 1960? Was I alive then?"
Again he was met with shaking heads. "No."
This was going really far back. "Was I dead in 1940?"
Lucas shook his head, already looking for a new tissue. "No."
Tim thought it over. He died somewhere between 1940 and 1960. "Was I still young when I died?"
"No."
"Was I old?"
The others nodded. "Yes."
O'Neill decided that it would now be best to find out in which category he was famous. "Was I a big sports star?"
"No."
"Was I an actor?"
"No," came the answer.
"Politician?"
"No."
"Musician?"
"No," said Ben, already thinking about the fact that he would be going next. Hmmm... What would be written on his piece of paper?
"A scientist?"
"Yes."
Tim wrinkled his forehead. "A very famous one?"
Again the others were nodding.
O'Neill thought about this for some time. He could try to narrow down which area of science, or he could just guess. He decided to go for it. Ben and Miguel didn't know that many scientists, but if Lucas had picked this one, then maybe it would have been better to know more about the field of science.
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To Be Continued…
Any ideas who Tim is?
I know this chapter is short, but I want to give the readers also a chance to guess who everybody is in this game.
Written 2005 / Translated Spring 2006