A Lost in Space Challenge Story for the Sci-fi Forever Forum
Written by Matthew R. White
© January 22, 2012
Based on the characters and series created by Irwin Allen
Historians Note: This story takes place a few months after the last episode of the series.
A Difficult Decision:
November 15, 2000:
In the tiny cabin he shared with his wife, Professor John Robinson composed his thoughts into his journal. With all the events that had recently transpired, this was the first entry in several days.
After several weeks of uninterrupted space flight, we once again find ourselves wrecked and marooned on another alien world. While it is still in one piece, Don and I estimate it will be several months before the Jupiter 2 can be made space worthy. Both the astrogator and the inertial dampening system were heavily damaged in the emergency landing. Besides the horrific crash after the escape from the cyborg planet, the Jupiter has not seen such damage in a very long time. As is usually the case, our reluctant stowaway, Doctor Smith, and his propensity for causing trouble, has left us to face an uncertain future. By the grace of God we all somehow managed to survive the ordeal, although Will suffered a concussion during the landing. He stayed on the upper deck to help fight the fires that had broken out. I should have ordered him below sooner, but he has contributed so much to our continued survival that I sometimes find myself forgetting that he is still only a boy. All of our children have had to grow up much faster than they would have if we were still on Earth. As for Doctor Smith…
Maureen Robinson entered the cabin and sat down next to her husband, her head resting on his shoulders as she read his entry. John put down his pen and took his wife's hand, kissing the top of her head.
"Poor Doctor Smith, he hasn't eaten in two days…" she began.
"Poor Doctor Smith?" her husband interjected. "How about, poor us? Maureen, if I had one capful of deutronium for every time that Smith caused us grief with one of his back to Earth or get rich quick schemes, we'd have enough fuel to fly from Earth to Alpha Centauri three times over."
"I know, John, he certainly does have his moments. But the last time I saw him this despondent, was when we couldn't get that platinum ring off his neck. Will being seriously injured has shaken him to his core."
"How is Will feeling today? I was going to look in on him earlier, but Penny said he had just gotten to sleep. I didn't want to wake him."
"Oh, I think he is out of the woods now," said Maureen, with a smile. "The headache has passed, and the gash in his head seems to be healing. I think it's safe to let him sleep through the night."
"He's lucky. We all were. We may not be so lucky the next time," the Professor said, contemplating the events over the past few days. He finished the passage he was writing.
As for Doctor Smith, if it were not for the fact that this planet is still largely unknown to us, I would consider banishing him from the spaceship. Still, of all the worlds that we have visited since our departure from Earth, this one reminds us most of home.
"John, you don't really mean that, do you?" asked his wife, as he closed the journal.
"I just don't know, Maureen. I'm tired of making excuses for Smith's selfish behavior. So is Don."
"I know. I heard him discussing it with Judy when I brought them some coffee. Right now, Don would march Doctor Smith into oblivion."
Robinson took his wife into his arms. "Maybe Don is right this time. Smith has to realize that he is going to be held accountable for his actions."
"Don't let Judy hear you say that," Maureen said, wryly. "She and Don had words over the subject. In fact, it's the first time in quite a while since I've seen them argue."
Professor Robinson was torn over what to do next. He knew that Smith was not capable of surviving on his own and regardless of what he had done, his wife and family would somehow find it in their hearts to forgive him.
"I'm not going to make this decision without a family meeting on the subject. I do, however, intend to make Smith accept responsibility for his actions. If he stays, his days of goldbricking are over. Our dear Doctor Smith is going to have to start pulling his weight around here."
Maureen drew her husband closer and looked up into his hazel eyes. "John, in twenty three years of marriage, I've never known you to be unfair to anyone. I'll support whatever decision you make."
John tightened his embrace, thinking how blessed he was. "Have I ever told you how lucky I am to have to have such a caring and supportive partner?"
"I think you may have mentioned it once or twice, but it's okay if you tell me again," she said, reaching to hug his neck.
"I could just show you," he replied, drawing her into a deep kiss.