SeaQuest DSV

"A Tale of Two Sons"

Summary: SeasQuest responds to a call for help, only to bring Bridger face to face with someone from his past.

Author's Note: 2nd in trilogy. Sequel to 'Orphaned at Sea'.

Warning:This story WILLcontain a spanking scene involving a parent and a teenager.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just wrote this story for fun.


Chapter One

SeaQuest DSV, somewhere near the South China Sea…

"Kristen," Captain Nathan Bridger walked into the Moon Pool chamber. "Have you seen Lucas?"

Dr. Kristen Westphalen, the boat's chief medic, shook her head.

"Not since breakfast, I'm afraid," she told him, seriously. "Why?"

Bridger sighed.

"He's supposed to be working on the computers," he told her, "but I can't find him anywhere."

Just then, there was a loud splash from the pool and water flew out hitting both of them.

"Yes!" a boy of fourteen popped out of the water, holding a sponge. "Touchdown! The crowd goes wild!"

Bridger and Kristen looked at each other, crossed their arms, and then gave the boy identical disapproving glares.

"Oh, um," Lucas said, sheepishly. "Hi…"

Darwin the dolphin popped up then, chirping and whistling.

"Bridger!" the vocorder translated the aquatic animal's speech. "Lucas and Darwin play flipper-ball!"

"That's football, Darwin," Lucas told him, rolling his eyes and smiling.

"Oh, you are, huh?" Bridger said, reaching to rub the aquatic mammals chin. "Lucas isn't supposed to be playing flipper-ball, though…"

"Uh, well," the boy said, "I was just…um…"

"Slacking off?" the captain asked, raising an eyebrow. "I thought I asked you to check the computers?"

"Oh, c'mon, Dad," the boy complained, only slightly petulantly. "I'm not goofing off. I'm running a full scale diagnostics on the computers just like you asked me to. Its just, well…it takes awhile, that's all. And Darwin wanted to play, so…"

He shrugged, smiling innocently.

Bridger tried to remain stern, but between Darwin's silly grin and the boy's cherub face he couldn't help but laugh.

"All right, you clown," he said, shaking his head. "You're forgiven, but I want that report as soon as it's finished, understand?"

Lucas mock-saluted him. "Aye, aye, Captain," he said, smirking cheekily.

"Why you little—" Bridger reached out and pushed he boy's head under the water.

Lucas came up laughing. "Dad!" he yelled, in mock indignity.

"Bridger swim," Darwin chirped, flapping his flippers causing water to splash. "Bridger swim with Lucas and Darwin!"

"I'd like to, pal," Bridger told him, rubbing his head. "But—"

"Captain, to the bridge," the voice of Commander Jonathan Ford spoke over the speakers.

"—duty calls," he finished, shrugging.

"I'll go with you," Kristen told him, smiling.

He nodded, smiling back.

"You two behave yourselves," he warned the boy and the dolphin.

Lucas smirked. "Don't you trust us?" he asked, innocently.

"About as far as I could throw either of you," Bridger called over his shoulder.

Lucas' and Darwin's laughter echoed off the walls as he and the good doctor made their way out of the science area.

"Ever since you adopted him," Kristen commented, smirking, "I don't think that boy has been told 'no' once."

Bridger smiled. "Is that your way of saying he has me wrapped around his little pinky?" he asked, teasing.

Kristen smirked. "If the shoe fits…"

He laughed. "Don't worry," he assured her. "He and I both still know who the boss is, trust me."

"Oh, yes," she said, smirking. "Darwin."

Now, it was his laughter that echoed off the walls and she couldn't help but join in.

Reaching the bridge they entered. "Report, Commander," he instructed his XO, Commander Jonathon Ford.

"Sir," Ford said, "we're receiving a distress call of some kind."

"Put it on the screen, Mr. O'Neill," Bridger instructed his communications officer.

"Aye, aye, Sir," the young lieutenant said and flicked a few switches.

On the large screen, a shaky image appeared.

The picture wasn't clear, but they could just make out a young man around thirty years old.

"Please," he spoke, "if anyone can hear me, you have to help me! Please!"

There was some sort of disruption beyond the screen and the young man looked up. "Please, hurry!"

Then the screen went black.

Bridger frowned. "Play it again," he ordered.

They did so.

"Freeze it."

The picture froze just before the young man started to speak.

"Can we make it clearer?" the captain asked, urgently.

"I think so, sir," Miguel Ortiz, the boat's sonar expert said, flicking some more buttons. "There you go, Sir."

Bridger eye's widened and he inhaled sharply.

Lt. Commander Katie Hitchcock, the boat's chief engineer, gasped and turned pale.

"Good Lord in Heaven!" Security Chief Crocker exclaimed, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Dr. Westphalen and Commander Ford both frowned at their reactions.

"Katie, what is it?" the commander asked his friend and fellow officer, confused.

"Bobby," she whispered, her eyes going to the captain.

"Nathan?" Kristen asked, placing a concerned hand on his shoulder. "What is it? Who is that?"

Bridger glanced at her.

"It's my son," he told her, his voice devoid of emotion. "It's Robert."