Crawling Out of the Darkness

Disclaimer: I do not own seaQuest or any of the characters.

Author's Notes: The dates and timing might be a little off. The only important detail to note is that the story takes place after Weapons of War and during the first full year that seaQuest was under Hudson's command (Season 3). This story was the product of the 2009 NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing) Challenge. November 12, 2009 marked the 6th anniversary of Jonathan Brandis' death, and I only thought it fitting to write a seaQuest, Lucas-centered story for this challenge during that month.


Hands locked behind his back, the man stood staring out the large bay window, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata playing softly in the background. A less perceptive person would conclude that he was merely admiring the spectacular view - the lush green grounds which extended for acres and the meticulously kept gardens. Upon closer scrutiny, those who knew the man well would note the tightness in his shoulders, the wringing of his hands and the fact that his eyes were not focused on anything further than his inner musings.

"Sir, you wanted to see me?"

The man turned slowly and offered a brief nod to the new arrival. He moved towards his desk, maintaining a similar posture to the one he'd adopted at the window. As he reached the desk chair, he deliberately trailed his hand against the smooth, expensive leather backrest. He did not offer his visitor a seat.

"General, they've agreed to our request. The location and participants have been approved by both parties. We are set to move forward with our plans. You have one week to finalize our plans and to brief the contractor. I expect all details will be taken care of accordingly. I will not tolerate failure. Understood?"

"Yes Sir." The General knew well enough not to question the man in front of him. He was a well-decorated Navy officer and he hadn't come into this position by questioning those above him.


With a sharp salute, the General turned and left the room.

President Alexander Bourne turned back to the window and assumed his prior position – a ghost of a smile creeping across his face. If everything went as smoothly as he anticipated, the Macronesian Alliance would be one step closer to controlling the majority of the World's resources: both natural and intellectual.