A/N 1998!Don bashing, you have been warned! I tried my best to butcher his characterization to the point of the film. Otherwise, in other fanfictions featuring 1998!Don then his characterization will be BETTER THAN THE FILM. Similar to his OS counterpart. YOU MARK MY WORDS.


"You know you want to go out with me tonight on this planet."

"No, Don,"

"Yes, you do,"

West felt a hand tap on his shoulder.

"Wha-"

A mean right hook knocked West to the floor.

"No means no, Donald," West looked up toward the black and white man. "Your lady deserves your respect not your dick." Smith looked up toward Judy with eyes that seemed that lacked life. "Would you like to go on a walk with me?"

"No," Judy said.

Smith nodded, his hands cupped together in his lap.

"I will go on my own," Smith glared down toward West.

Smith walked past the two making his way down the hall as West rubbed his cheek watching him leave.

Everything was so wrong. Everything about the 'Robinsons' were wrong. It was like looking a distorted reflection but through a mirror of the Robinsons. More younger and edgier than they should be-they didn't look like the family that he knew by heart. He rubbed his forehead, walking through the corridors. The other ship had landed on a planet that was full of greenery and blue sky. It could have been a planet in the Alpha Centauri system. He couldn't acknowledge this ship as a Jupiter 2. He didn't have the heart to do it. The name Jupiter 2 had become forever tied to Will Robinson. He kept his path up to the bridge. It had been two days since the collapse.

If he were back on the Jupiter 2, he wouldn't acting as so devastated or sulking for under some circumstance that he remained. To keep up his image-yet, the imagery of eating would have been enough to be unpleasing. Eating, when Will couldn't. He was angry at himself for letting go. How could he? Smith made his way to the empty bridge then came over to the hatch. There was a small glowing blue screen with buttons that glowed in the dark. It looked strange. With the Jupiter 2, he could press a button to the panel and the doors would operate. Smith typed in a random sequence then the doors opened before him letting light pour out. Smith looked over, feeling that he was being watched. He came down the platform then observed the scenery.

Nature was healing. Very healing to listen and watch. Smith left the spaceship going toward a rocky scenery. He walked a short distance until he came over to a lake. There was a fallen tree on the shore covered in pebbles that ranged in size. Smith sat down then put his head against the wooden log. Comfortable, calm, and peaceful. He can see birds flying over the lake. A large bird flew out of the air then dived into the water and came back out with a flopping fish. It was perfect and terrifying. Smith picked up a pebble then tossed it in the direction of the lake. He heard the sounds of boos coming from behind him. The sound of familiar blooping coming from behind. He heard the crunching of boots as he flipped a pebble up and down into his hand.

"And you must be Penelope 'Penny' Roberta Robinson," Smith said.

"You can call me Penelope if you like," Penelope offered. "I tend to like Penelope because it makes me sound older. You get it? Penny is the name of a little girl. I am not a little girl." Penny had worn her nickname with pride preferring it over Penelope. The same went for Judy and Don. They preferred their nicknames of their full first name. "Did my otherself prefer to be called Penny?" Smith tossed another toward the lake. The pebble skipped from surface to surface of the water five times until it crashed through. "I heard Will liked to be called William by you. I heard mom isn't a Professor where you're from and Judy is a singer," Smith turned his gaze onto her picking up another pebble. "This is Debbie."

"Bloop," Debbie said.

"A Bloop," Smith said.

"Yes," Penelope said, as Debbie leaped into his lap.

Smith shoved the pink monkey off.

"I liked her better with hair," Smith tossed another pebble to the lake. He looked over to see Penelope had turned the color of the stones. "Are you alright?"

"I am fine," Penelope said. "I caught a camouflaging disease from Debbie. That's all." she shrugged. "Doctor Smith said he was going to fix that before he died."

"He was lying to reassure you everything was going to be fine," Smith said. "I would have done the same."

"Is it?" Smith tossed another pebble.

"No," Smith turned toward the now green girl. "You don't want to be around me."

"Because you attract danger?" Penelope said. "Newsflash! Danger is everywhere."

"Enlighten me about the danger you've seen," Smith said.

"We've been attacked by space pirates, a plant virus, alien children, the ghosts of a entire alien civilization, almost got sunk alive into a sand dune, almost got eaten alive by a Kraken! ALMOST WAS DINNER FOR THE YETI. ALMOST WAS DINNER FOR A CARNIVORES NESSIE! AND oh, you never faced gigantic lobsters, or sex slaver traders, or anything remotely extremely dangerous than a rock collapse! So count yourself lucky that Will didn't die because he was squeezed to death, didn't suffocate under the sand, didn't get digested alive, didn't get turned into a plant, get possessed by a ghost, or being beaten to death by slave traders! Or being targeted by children capable of doing shit that you can't imagine! Or machines trying to absorb us alive turning us into them in the most painful way possible. Or being bound and gagged while being held hostage by pirates doing psychological torture."

Smith did not seem to be stirred as he watched the rippling lake.

"You never heard of Dragonian's," Smith looked toward her. "have you?"

"No," Penelope said, tilting her head. "what are they? Humanoid dragons?"

Smith shook his head.

"When your mind is at the weakest, they draw you in, they lure you in to dressing up, and they take over your body, genetically alter it bit by bit, suppress your mind when they believe they have won you over," he tapped on his left temple. "and insert a different one gradually and slowly until you're not yourself." he picked up another pebble tearing his attention off the girl.

Penelope walked in front of him then knelt down with curious eyes.

"And how did you defeat them?" Penelope asked.

Smith tossed the pebble over her head earning a perfect glide.

"Love," Smith said, then tossed another pebble over her shoulder. "The power of love."

Penelope sat alongside Smith.

"What did you catch?" Penelope asked.

Smith looked over toward her raising a eyebrow.

"Pardon?" Smith asked.

"You're black and white," Penelope said.

"I am not black and white," Smith said.

"Look at the water if you don't believe me," Penelope said.

"You're pulling my leg," Smith said.

"I don't do that to miserable people unlike you," Penelope said.

Smith glared over in Penelope's direction then came over to toward the water. He looked down toward the water and saw his reflection. A small "Oh" came from Smith. Penelope heard a sigh come from him then he leaned on to his side looking down toward the water. His own comment about feeling dead came back. He twirled his finger in the water. The blue liquid contrasted against his light gray fingers then it too became a lighter shade of gray on his fingers. There was no logic in this change. Perhaps when he felt not real, it was literal in more ways than one. Capable of interacting with the environment around him except unable to be hurt in what was certainly not his realm. It was strange processing it that way. A lie would ease her thoughts and seem more sane than the truth.

"Hope makes us glow like diamonds where I am from," Smith said.

He admired the beautiful and natural mountain scenery contrasting against the forest. The clean, breathable peaceful air was nice to be in. There was a gentle, tolerable breeze. They sat there in silence. It was a healing experience for Smith's heart. Eventually, she too left him. Smith didn't feel alone surrounded by nature even the sight of space bears searching for fish on the river banks resting side by side. They left him, too, leaving him to the company of welcomed noisy birds. Penelope returned after dinner to the scene. There were sounds of crickets from around them, owls hooting, and the soft theme of the night set in. The stars looked mysterious, awe, and unique from below rather than a hopeless maze full of planets, asteroids, dwarf planets, nebulas, and suns to name a few. From below, space was the unexplored sky that complimented against the lake side scenery. She came over with a strange bar that smelled strange. He turned his attention in the direction of where it was coming from then raised a eyebrow.

"What is that?" Smith asked.

"Night bar surprise," Penelope said. "Wanna try it?"

"I will pass," Smith said.

"The Robot invented it in the first year," Penelope said. With your help were unsaid words.

"He does has some use in food preparation," Smith admitted. "I'll give him that."

"Uh huh," Penelope said.

"Where is Debbie?" Smith asked.

"I put her to bed," Penelope said.

"And so should you," Smith said.

"Says the one who is still up," Penelope said.

"That is different," Smith argued.

"Not really," Penelope said. "I am sure he would want you to perform self-care."

"William. . " It was painful to say his name. "Would. . ." Let alone talk about him in the past tense.

Yet, every time Smith found the courage to talk about him.

"Why don't you do that for him?" Penelope asked.

The initial heartbreaking pain was fading over the passing hours.

"You never lost your brother," Smith said. "You always had him. He is always there. He is still alive because I am dead. I am dealing with my pain the best way I can."

"We nearly lost him on some occasions," Penelope said. "We didn't always escape with him and Doctor Smith."

"Of course I would stay behind for him," Smith said.

"No, Will stayed behind for him," Penelope said. "Going off after Doctor Smith when dad told him not to."

"They're not so different after all when it comes down to it," Smith said. "Not listening to his father."

Penelope placed the synthetic napkin with the bar on the boulder.

"You really cared about him," Penelope said.

"Yes. . ." Smith said. "I did."

He had small, faint smile appear on his face looking back at a cherished memory.

"I don't expect you to stay out here long," Penelope sounded concerned looking toward him. "Do I?"

"If there is a space cougar, then yes," Smith said, then dismissed her. "Go on, Penelope."

Penelope got up from the log.

"Good night, Doctor Smith," Penelope said, then walked away.

Smith reached his hand out toward the bar then picked it up along with the napkin.