A/N Happy holidays!

It was hours later in the day that Murveon traveled to his cabin after a long day personally attending to the wounded and to the fallen members of the officers in med bay. A long day having to list their names on a pad and place it on the desk of the captain of the vessel for later. His shoulders were heavy with a certain weight feeling angry that flowed well in the sorrow for the loss of life. The door to his quarters opened then he slipped in.

Murveon took off his jacket then tossed it on to the couch. And oddly, sensed that he were being watched. He looked over toward the elf on the shelf. It isn't security keeping a eye on me for my heard a click from the closet across but behind him. He pressed a button then watched as the door opened and it showed that the only light that had been flicked on was the overhead light. He turned the light off then heard a light hearted but deep mechanical laugh echo through his apartment. He stepped back then searched through the darkly shadowed apartment, frantically.

"Who is there?"

The sound of wheeling drew his attention to the corner of the apartment and a tall figure came into the light then extended out his arms. B-9 had repainted his figure to being that of black and white in a odd manner replacing his bright theme to his being and his grill had turned to green and his helm glowed a bright blue looking more advanced than he had been only a day before.

"I am."

Murveon relaxed.

"B-9. . . " Murveon started with a laugh. "Nearly scared me there."

"That was my intentions."

"I am afraid you are not getting that pay check in the foreseeable future."

"It does not matter."

"What is with the paint job?"

"This is how I want you to remember me." Was his reply.

"Why?" Murveon asked with a frown.

"My name is Gunter Robinson." He bobbed his helm up, glowing blue, as he slid out his black and white arms then rolled his claws back and forth in a punching boxer formation. "You severely harmed my friend." as he jogged from side to side. "Prepare yourself to be ruthlessly destroyed."

Murveon hurled over in a fit of laughter then used the counter behind him to balance himself shaking with laughter.

"He wouldn't order you to execute that." Murveon smirked. "As being so injured as he was."

"I have free will."

Murveon collapsed -his laughter abruptly ended- on to the dark rug with a string of lightning then threw his head back as pain traveled through his being making every fiber in him shriek. His screams went unheard from the sound proof walls surrounding him. The electrical bolts began to reveal their true nature as electrical plasma bolts emitting out between claw as burn marks were born on the warden's figure. His fur began to be caught on fire during the attack. The machine performed several right hooks into Murveon's face in between his attacks.

Eventually, the warden ceased to move. All that was left was a severely burned corpse. Then the machine picked up a salt shaker then dosed the figure with it and applied perfume on to him. The environmental robot retreated his arms into his shell then pressed a small object on his chassis. In a moment, the armor theme flipped over replaced by silver with the orange paint job for the claws, black arms, and black legs. He took off the device then put it on the table. He destroyed it with a single electrical spark then wheeled out then the door closed behind him.

"Mission is a success."

He traveled through the corridor to the hangar bay, typed on a console, then retreated into a transparent ball that was large.

A single larger claw grasped on to the transport then tossed it out into the vacuum of space headed for the distant planet ahead.

"Are we implying that doctor is from another timeline?" Judy asked at the end of dinner in the beginning of a new conversation that had arose about his strange actions. "I get that is far fetched. . . By the sounds of it, this is is the only logical way to explain everything."

John stopped.

"No . . . but . . . " John said. "He seemed to know us in that room."

"He didn't recognize us when he entered," Judy said. "We were strangers to him."

"We were," Don said. "And you saw the way that he retreated from me."

"Maybe he is from a alternate universe where we had different faces." Will suggested. "From the ones that he was familiar to. Same names." Everyone nodded in agreement. "If he is from a different universe."

The family nodded in agreement at Will's speculation.

"Then wouldn't that mean Debbie was always meant to be with us?" Judy asked. "Hell or high waters, we would get something named Debbie with us."

"That monkey isn't Debbie," Don said.

"Because she hasn't gotten around to liking you?" Penny asked. "She seems to have taken a liking to me."

"I am not jealous." Don said. "I got a hen." He put Debbie the chicken on the table. "A hen is a very intelligent animal."

"And a hen can't flip the bird at you," Maureen noted, amused.

"If she were a monkey then she would be doing it to Harris," Don said. "Not me."

"Then who is Doctor Locksmith?" Will asked.

"Well, he could be a she and a imposter of the real Doctor Locksmith," Judy said. "And we may have to be more wary of him then we should be."

"He looks and sounds like a he," Don said putting Debbie the chicken into his lap. "Quack like a duck, act like a duck, you're a duck."

"What if he is the real other Doctor Smith?" Penny asked. "Not someone name named Jonathan Harris, John Harris, Guy Harris, Joe Harris, Jonathan Harris, Jared Harris, Billy Harris."

"HOLD ON!" Don held up his hand. "Billy is short hand for William. Right?"

Everyone looked toward Don.

"Yes." Maureen said.

"Our Doctor Smith has the face of the other Will Robinson," Don slipped open his pocket. "But older." He slid forward the card. "And he did say they were friends."

John looked up from the card then toward Will and back toward Don.

"Friends." John said.

"Maybe their friendship was so strong that time and space decided to make them immortal?" Don proposed. "Remembered forever, together. Sounds really bizarre, campy, and sappy, but it would make sense. Best friends forever."

"That is a epic friendship," Will said. "We don't have that."

"Now, at least." Then John added. "Or in the foreseeable future."

"If he is Doctor Smith Prime," Maureen said. "Then . . . Is there a chance that he comes from a Earth that isn't dying because of climate change?"

"Just going out there to colonize." John leaned back into the chair looking out into the sky with wonder in his eyes then a bittersweet smile grew on his face and a glint. "Because we could."

"That would have been nice." Maureen said, bitterly. "Has he came back from the hills?"

"No," Penny said. "Last I checked, he was still sitting on that long rock searching the stars. Waiting. Still with that monkey."

"It's getting late," John said. "Will, get him. And make sure he knows the space van is ready to sleep in."

"Why me?" Will asked.

"We need to plant a seed," John said. "We need to bring about those conditions in which he admits who he is and that could be around you. Then we can find out what is going on and his motivations."

"I think there is little to find out about his motivations." Don said then sipped from the glass. "He called our counterparts his family." He eyed at each members of the Robinsons. "And told me that he is willing to do anything to get back to them."

"He might mow us down if we get in the way when the opportunity arises," John said. "B-9 included."

"I doubt B-9 would want to hurt us," Will said. "Well, he just might if we insult him as bad as Debbie did."

"And we have fact on our side that it won't happen." John said. "Take another field coat. It might get colder out there than it is now."

Will found himself walking through the hills two hours after dinner had concluded. He searched through the bizarre landscape full of what appeared to be rock sculptures and strange wildlife that he had learned to accept and not stare at it for long. He held a solar lantern in one hand seeking through the landscape. He looked around then heard a familiar bloop behind him then jumped and shrieked. He hid behind a rock, breathing in and out, regaining his composure.

"Ah, my dear boy! What brings you out so late?"

Locksmith appeared in his line of visual peeking out from behind a rock, smiling, warmly, yet curiously upon him with his hands linked behind his back - "He has to be a military fellow, doesn't he? Where he is from?" - and it quickly became apparent that Don's guess had to be correct. The way he was presenting himself was screaming, 'Military', instead of a civilian.

Will could easily visualize Locksmith in bright blue formal uniform that fit him nicely. Yet for some reason, instead of humble, honored, or proudly; Locksmith looked silly in the uniform. All that under the starlight. The uniform on him quickly vanished replaced by his current outfit.

"It's getting late, Doctor." Will said. "And cold. Dad wanted you not to stay out too late."

Locksmith turned away then raised his head up toward the sky.

"Not without my bosom friend." Locksmith said, rubbing his arms. "He needs company, too."

"So, he tried to kill you and you forgave him?"

Locksmith paused, carefully looking toward the right toward the ground.

"We needed him quite operational." Locksmith nodded, his shoulders lowered, his tone wistful. "His actions could be overlooked for that matter."

"He was a necessity."

"He became more than a necessity as time wore on."

"What did he become?"

"He became my friend." Locksmith said. "My friend, Billy, got him out of his rampage mode with time to spare. Quickly. Very quickly."

"Sounds to me that he does too." Will replied. "So, Don told me your first alien planet was called Priplanus."

"Yes." Locksmith said.

"Our planet was a junkyard." Will said.

Smith turned toward the boy lifting a brow.

"Really?"

"It was."

"I really hope you didn't allow a mechanical man who lived there to take your technology."

"There wasn't any." Will frowned. "Our planet had animals. Only. And a strange life cycle."

"And you haven't met many aliens as far," Locksmith noted.

"Not many."

"Aliens that look human?" Locksmith's brow raised even further.

"No." Will shook his head. "Our alien Robot doesn't count because he is a machine."

"Do you miss him?" Locksmith asked.

"Every day. We had him for two weeks." Will said as the man's eyebrows raised at once. "Some days, I wish I had him for more than two weeks. If I had him for years and lost him, I dunno. I would fight heaven and hell, move the mountains, shift through time and space, just to get him back."

The older man lowered his gaze then turned away with a shake of his head letting go of a short but thin breathe. He lifted his gaze up, silent, unable to have a reply to the one that Will had provided. He raised his attention up toward the heavens and spotted a large flaming ball coming through the atmosphere. His head bobbed up in alarm and his brows raised watching the flaming ball of fire flying past him toward the forest ahead.

"Booby! Locksmith shouted. "Keep your spare jacket, my dear boy!"

Locksmith began to sprint ahead of him.

"I have something better than that!" he ran on ahead of Will following after the direction that the flaming ball had gone and replied over the top with emphasis. "A SPAAAAACCCCCCCEEE HEAAATER!"

"Hey, wait!" Will cried. "You are going too fast!"

For a man so old and so ineptly unprepared for the planet, he was going on ahead of Will carrying Debbie in his arms if only so briefly. Debbie the bloop chased after Locksmith heading toward a forest. Will came to a pause at the tall and sinister trees that lacked leaves. He paused, scared, feeling chills traveling down his spine. He watched the tunnel forming as the craft descended down splitting the ground into long columns making the grass catch on fire.

He ran along the path then watched as the man was the first to arrive then slide down the trench and slide over to the back end. Locksmith directed the monkey up then slid his fingers into the crevices that had became exposed. Locksmith and Debbie the bloop began to tug it out. Will came to the side then slipped his fingers in then with his combined strength, the back end fell down.

"Do you feel better worrying me all day long?" The older man put his hands on his hips.

"Yes." B-9 said.

"And what did you do." Locksmith said.

B-9's helm twirled.

"Classified." B-9 said.

"Classified?" Will asked.

"ClAsSiFiEd?" Locksmith exclaimed.

"Classified." B-9 repeated.

Will looked toward the man beside him.

"I approved of it!" Locksmith exclaimed. "Classified my-" He looked down toward the boy then back up toward Robot without missing a beat. "EXCUSE!"

"I feel better." Was all B-9 replied.

"Fine then," Locksmith said. "The campsite is this way." Debbie the bloop climbed on to Robot's shoulder. "And do turn on the heater." He brred rubbing his shoulders. "It is getting cold."

"Of course, Doctor."B-9 replied and immediately the air around them got heated.

"Ah, much better," Locksmith said. "This way!"

And Will took off his coat then slid it on to his arm along with the other coat.