Seventeen of eighteen surviving Jupiter's returned to the Resolute. The Jupiter 18, his Jupiter, was back on the planet below being destroyed. The Jupiter's has made it back home safe and sound. He was thankful that most of his photographic belongings were on the computer. And his Saint Christopher necklace was somewhere down there on the planet. They had a six hundred year trek to Alpha Centauri. He had a good idea of what they could to do bring them to Alpha Centauri but very late. Cryostasis was a very reliable way of keeping everyone preserved. But someone would have to take care of the ship. William decided to keep back his information as it was for the best. The captain had decided that they were going to find the nearest planet and attempt to colonize. He was in a bionic exoskeleton that had been installed into his body by the remaining surgeons who survived the attack and repaired him to the best of their ability.
His first patient was Angela, the wife of a musician.
It was a shame that he had to perform a autopsy on him.
"Angela," William said. "Right?"
Angela nodded,
"I am Doctor Smith," William said. "Zachary Smith."
She looked at him, oddly.
"You're not Doctor Smith," Angela said.
"Pardon?" William said.
"Doctor Smith is with the Robinsons," Angela said. "She tried to help me with my trauma. . . But I feel she exploited it."
"That isn't what a doctor does," William said. "As a psychologist, I can help you with that. She manipulated you."
Angela's eyes looked down then widened as she turned her gaze up.
"She did," Angela said.
"That was a imposter," William said. "Her name is June Harris. She is a criminal. With the way she acted, she might as well be him."
Angela grew a look of guilt on her face and hurt. Leaving behind hurt and pain was the kind of person Doctor Smith had been in the beginning of being lost in space with him. William placed a comforting hand on Angela's shoulder. He had a good feeling that Smith must have seen most of the survivors and tried to be a therapist to her ability after doing research regarding being a therapist. Only after being approached by several survivors for therapy and couldn't say no for a answer.
William wasn't surprised to hear it was his counterpart for finding the source of the excess alien poop and his siblings.
"Are you okay?" William asked.
"No," Angela said. "I'm not." She sobbed, placing a hand on her forehead and lowered down.
In his mind, he had a fond smile at a memory. He had his fair share of being manipulated by Doctor Smith in the beginning but that stopped after awhile, so he believed. The Robinsons were lost in space. Smith was with them. They were always there as a inconvenience and a convenience. In one universe Doctor Smith sabotaged the Robot but took too long, in another universe he was being transported by a family similar to them with the Robot that was purple and a storm sent them off course, in another universe Smith escaped but was repeatedly shocked by his employers preventing his escape and went with them anyway. In this universe, Smith tried to escape to Alpha Centauri on their ship by taking it over and instead was subdued. Don West was aboard just as he should be and always would be to help. Eventually, they would have a unique friendship. Vitriolic best buds at best. It could happen and then it might not. William placed a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder.
Cleaning up Smith never got old and never would.
The End.