|New Adventure New Beginning
Author: Ninth Doctor Fan PM
A reboot of Lost in Space: The Jupiter Two is launching in order to help set up a colony on a distant planet. However, only a few days into the mission, everything goes wrong. This fic is the first part of a series. 20 Mar: Just changed the ratingRated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Chapters: 4 - Words: 10,469 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 03-31-12 - Published: 03-02-12 - id: 7890466
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Disclaimer: I was a fan of the TV Show when I watched reruns as a child. I liked the movie (I was fourteen when it came out). Recently, I was thinking about what Lost in Space might look like if I had come up with the idea today. If you like it, then please enjoy it. If you don't like, then feel free to not like it. I am not the creator of Lost in Space, and I am not making any money from the posting of this work. Lost in Space and the characters therein are own (as far as I know) by Irwin Allen and CBS. Please review, I would love to know what you think, even if you hate it. [Oh, if you see things that look like they come from other shows or books or whatever, I don't own them either.]
Space is vast. It goes out in every direction and there is so much of it that most scientists say that it is without end. For the most part, it is black nothingness. It would be very easy to lose something in the vastness of space. It would be easy to lose everything.
"October 16, 2217.
"This is a great day for the human race. From the great Alpha Station in orbit around the Earth, the Global Alliance, the Eastern Coalition, and the African Federation have come together in order to witness the launch the Jupiter Mission. In the Sahara, a trio of ships prepare to launch from our world. Their mission is to set off for the distant planet of Trigellus Four in order to colonize a new world. A world of hope to-"
Penny turned off the viewer. The sixteen year old could not take any more of the newscaster's pretentious reporting of the mission. It was bad enough that she would be spending the next eighteen years out of contact with Earth because of the FTL travel. But her last day with real Earth television was ruined by everyone covering the Jupiter Mission. She simply could not take it. And no one had thought to ask her what she thought.
Frustrated, Penny Robinson looked into her mirror. Her hair had started to muss up, so she attacked with her brush. She used to wear her hair long, but a recent haircut rendered it into a dark brown mop covering her ears. She used to love pigtail, now all she could do was a basic, and stupid, comb over with a part over her right eye. She ended up throwing the brush back into the drawer.
Launch was three hours away and she was anxious. She did not look forward to being stuck in the cryo-tube. She, and everyone involved, could vividly remember her claustrophobic freak out during training when she had first entered a cryo-tube. The doctor told her to take anxiety meds before getting in the tube. She actually needed to go to the Medbay soon so Dr. Smith could give her the meds.
Looking out her window, Penny stared at the endless sands of the Sahara. A lifelong citizen of the Global Alliance, Penny grew up in cities that towered over the landscape. Seeing the flatness of the desert with nothing but sand still shocked her. She found it comforting and peaceful. She wondered what it would be like in the blackness of space.
Penny's thoughts were interrupted by a short buzz. "Penny, Dr. Smith and I are waiting for you in the Medbay."
Penny stepped over to the intercom.
"I'll be right there, Mom."
The Jupiter Two is a state of the art ship and its medbay contained only the best in medical technology. Three bio-beds, each hooked up to monitoring equipment, lied the wall opposite the door. To the right of these beds were two tubes from floor to ceiling. These tubes filled with nutrient baths that aid the healing process. On the left of the bio-beds stood a full surgical suite, complete with a full body scanner and a holo-imager. Next to the door was a desk for the ship's doctor. Behind the nutrient tubes sat the dispensary, with a fully stocked pharmacy, and the necessary equipment to replicate needed medicines.
Penny sat on one of the bio-beds, with a thermometer in her mouth. She was less than happy.
"I thellin you I'm thine."
"No talking, Penelope," came the crisp response of Dr. Zachary Smith, "you are pale, and I believe you have a fever. Let the thermometer do its work."
The Doctor also scanned her with a metal device making a deep toned reverberating whistle. Penny detested Smith. He was a thin rail of a man with slicked back black hair and a Van Dyke beard that (and she could never figure out how he did this) came to a point at his chin. He also possessed the blackest eyes Penny had ever seen. Besides, he had the annoying habit of always calling her Penelope. She hated that.
Behind him, her mom paced back and forth. Professor Maureen Robinson wore her blond hair in a tight bun and Penny preferred when her green eyes had the warmth of love. Of course, those green eyes could also terrify the sixteen year old when angered.
Dr. Smith finished his scan, checked a display, made some humming noises, then finally took the thermometer out of Penny's mouth.
"What's the prognosis, Doc?"
Smith turned to her mother. "Professor, your daughter is running a high fever, almost a hundred and two degrees. Frankly, I am surprised that she is feeling so well."
"What is causing it?" Maureen asked.
Smith got a confused look, "I really do not know, Professor. These scans make little sense. I will continue to examine the data.
"We launch in less than three hours." Penny said. "Can I just get the anxiety meds and leave?"
"Oh, they won't be necessary." Smith said.
"Doctor," Maureen said in sotto voce, as if Penny could not hear her, "have you forgotten the last time she went in the tube without the pill?"
Smith did not bother with whispering, "Of course I haven't. But with this temperature, I can not allow Penelope to enter the cryo-tube. The tubes are set for people with internal temperatures ranging from ninety-seven to ninety-nine-point-five degrees. With this high a fever, it could be detrimental to her health."
Both Maureen and Penny groaned.
"Does this mean we have to replace her?" Maureen asked. They had already been forced to replace their planetologist, Dr. Jorgenson, three weeks before launch. Replacing Penny would mean not only leaving behind a member of the family. It also meant that they would need a new ship's mechanic, a job that Penny had been training for since she was thirteen.
"No, she will be fit for the mission." Smith said, "We simply need to wait for the fever to disappear, and then she will be ready for cryo-stasis."
Maureen breathed a sigh of relief.
"How long will that take?"
"It will take as long as it takes; a day, two days, maybe a week."
"And then, into the freezer I go."
Maureen noticed the clock on the wall. "I have to get to the briefing. Penny, I'll see you before launch."
Maureen left the Medbay.
Penny jumped off of the bed. She stepped up to Smith.
"Alright, Smith, what's really wrong with me?"
Smith gave her a confused look.
"Don't play stupid, Doctor." Penny said, "I know that I don't have a fever of one hundred and two. I'd be freezing on the ship."
"Very well, Penelope," Smith smirked, "you're right. You don't have a fever. I wasn't lying though, I don't know what you have. And until I know what it is, I cannot clear you for cryo-stasis."
Penny grabbed the bed. Her head spun. She felt ready to faint. "But there is something wrong?"
Smith continued in his crisp tone. "There is. Have you suffered any symptoms that you have kept to yourself?"
"I've been getting nose-bleeds." She confessed. "I find bruises, but I thought that was just from getting banged in the Engine Room. Then, there's the-"
No, she could not tell him about that. Under no circumstances.
"There's what?" Crap, he was suspicious.
Penny tried to play it off. "It's nothing."
She knew he did not believe her. For a moment, he seemed ready to press her.
"Alright, we'll leave it at that." Smith motioned to the door. "Go ahead, but see me everyday until we're in stasis."
Penny started for the door.
"Penelope, if anything happens that is not a normal everyday occurrence, tell me."
Penny left the Medbay and it damnable occupant. She needed peace. She needed comfort. She strode off for the Lefler's quarters.