Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 20:12:13 EDT
From: VersaKev@aol.com
Subject: seaquest_dsv part 2

SeaQuest DSV
Awakenings Part 2

Warning: this story is NC-17 for explicit m/m sex and naughty language
This is intended for adults only; if you are under 18 please do not read it!

Starring:
Lieutenant J.G. Tim O'Neill
C.P.O. Miguel Ortiz
Seaman Tony Piccolo
Lucas Wolenczak
(and others)


Disclaimer: SeaQuest, its characters, etc., are the property of Amblin
Entertainment and/or Universal; however their actions here are my
creation alone.

Email and let me know what you think! versakev@aol.com

----


	Lieutenant J.G. Tim  O'Neill didn't sleep well, though it wasn't
surprising, considering that he was sharing his tiny bunk with a man for
the first time in his life.
	The cabin lights were already starting to slowly brighten, simulating
a rising sun and signaling the day shift. Tim still modestly had himself
covered to the waist in the sheet, while his handsome bunkmate -- Chief
Petty Officer Miguel Ortiz -- had kicked it off in his sleep long ago. Unlike
Tim, Ortiz seemed to be sleeping blissfully, on his side facing O'Neill, one
leg and arm draped over Tim.
	Miguel looked just as beautiful asleep as he did awake, thought the
Lieutenant could hardly believe that he was actually admiring the Cuban
crewman's face and body from such close range. Maybe he was dreaming...
	Tim  reached over and gingerly caressed his roommate on the chest,
just one fingertip circling a brown, flat nipple.  So smooth and perfect in
every way... He ran the finger down, under the bulge of Miguel's pec, then
along the curves of his tight abdominal muscles. Just touching the hot
Latino was getting him excited again: he felt his penis start to get hard.
But Ortiz apparently remained in oblivion.  Tim lowered his head under
Miguel's arm, extended his tongue, and tickled the Sensor Chief's tender
nipple.
	"Mmmmm..." Ortiz made a low, satisfied sound, "Keep that up,
Lieutenant, and I promise to make you late for duty." He opened his eyes
and smiled sleepily at Tim.
	O'Neill blushed. "Is-is that a promise or a threat?" The SeaQuest
linguistics expert stuttered.
	"Depends on how you feel about getting fucked again." Ortiz smiled
lecherously and rolled on top of O'Neill.
	Tim could feel Miguel's hardening cock pressing against his stomach
through the sheet. He wrapped his arms around Ortiz's wide shoulders and
pulled him down. The Cuban's curly hair caressed his neck and he stared
into those beautiful, gentle brown eyes.
	"That's a promise." Miguel whispered, and kissed him.  The weight
of the Latino's body, the feel of his strong arms, the caress of his lips, were
like a wonderful drug for Tim -- pleasure like he had barely imagined.
Their tongues battled playfully while their hands roamed over each other's
naked skin. Then Ortiz began very gently kissing Tim's jaw, then down to
his neck, his chest...
	'Tim is so shy, but he's a hot guy in bed,' Miguel thought, cradling
the Lieutenant's head as they kissed and slowly ground their hips together.
Tim bucked up to match Ortiz's thrusts, and soon his hands had made their
way down to the Latino's smooth round ass.  O'Neill cupped the globes and
kneaded the firm gluteals, then his fingers strayed down to Miguel's crack,
tickling the base of his ball-sack. This made Miguel's already hard cock
swell even bigger.
	"Oh Miguel, Miguel..." The Lieutenant said over and over, his
breath short and heart pounding. "Miguel, I meant what I said last night."
	The Cuban paused. "What was that?" He seemed not to remember.
	Tim's throat constricted. "That... that I love you."
	"Oh... that." Ortiz broke into a grin. "I meant it too, Tim. You're
my best friend. I'd do anything for you, buddy."
	"But Miguel, I mean --"
Tim was silenced when the Latino put two fingers over his lips, then rolled
onto his side, propping his head on his hand. "I think I know, Tim. You've
never been with a man, have you?"
	O'Neill blushed in silence.
	Then Ortiz looked serious. "Tim are you -- were you -- a virgin; I
mean with either sex?"
	The communications officer nodded.
	Miguel looked worried, and put his arm around O'Neill, drawing
him closer. "Man I'm sorry! If I had known --"
	This time it was Tim who stopped the Latino, with a quick kiss. "It
was better than anything I could have im-imagined, Miguel. P-please don't
be sorry." O'Neill's stutter was always worse when he was nervous -- and
only seemed to plague him in English. Maybe he should try Spanish...
	But Ortiz had other plans. He pulled Tim on top of him and grabbed
him by his ass. "Scoot up, Tim, straddle my chest."
	"Why?" O'Neill asked without thinking, even as he started to
comply.
	"You'll see." The Cuban settled Tim's knees just under his arms so
the Lieutenant's cock was hovering just above his chin. "Now lean forward,
yeah... " Ortiz cupped Tim's taut ass cheeks and pulled him up as he opened
his mouth and sucked in O'Neill's flaring cock head.
	"Ohhhh!" Tim moaned, thrusting his hips forward under guidance
from Miguel's hands. He watched in excitement as Ortiz took all of his
penis into his mouth. Then Tim pulled it most of the way out while Miguel
ran his tongue along the underside. He thought he would faint. But Ortiz
pulled him in again, gradually showing him the rhythm, fucking the hot
Latino's mouth. Soon Miguel's hands were straying into Tim's ass crack,
teasing the hole, spreading his cheeks while he slid his cock in and out of
the Cuban's warm wet mouth. He wasn't going to last long like this...
	"Mmmmmiguel!  I'm going to --" As his dick hardened and his balls
tightened up, Ortiz pulled on his ass, holding Tim in his mouth while he
sucked and tongued his tingling cock. "Ahhhhhh!" Tim let out a cry and
trembled as he spurted streams of gooey juice into the Latino's hungry
mouth.
	Finally Miguel released his grip on Tim's ass, and O'Neill slid down
next to his bunkmate. "That was so great Miguel!" he whispered, hugging
Ortiz.
	"My pleasure, babe. Your cum is so sweet, must be all that chocolate
you eat." He looked at his watch. "Hey, we're on duty in half an hour,
better get going."
	Tim feigned a pout. "You forget, I'm still on medical leave! Duty
optional.  Now what about..."
	"Your fuck?" Ortiz laughed. "You _are_ horny! Guess you'll have to
wait until tonight -- one of us has to get to the bridge." Then he smiled that
big, boyishly mischievous smile. "But we could shower together..."

---

	Lucas Wolenczak trudged into the cabin he reluctantly shared with
seaman Tony Piccolo. It had been a long, frustrating day, trying to get
several of the boat's computers back on-line after the battle with the
mysterious sub. Lucas had been up all night trying to get the navigation
system up. Finally it was running a self-diagnostic and he could get some
rest.
	The cabin was dark except for his computer monitor and the dim
blue light filtering in from the hydro tube where Darwin sometimes swam.
Soon, though, the lights would start to brighten with simulated morning.
Lucas decided that since he had been up all night he had a right to override
he lights in the cabin, and if Tony didn't wake up on his own, tough luck.
He savagely punched the override code into the light control panel.
	As he pulled off his shirt, he frowned for the umpteenth time at the
pictures of semi-nude women Piccolo had plastered all over the walls.
Tony was already here, on the top bunk and -- by the sound of his snoring
-- asleep. Lucas glanced at the seaman, covered in a sheet from the waist
down, his smooth, well-defined chest rising and falling. Lucas could just
see the slits of the closed gills on Tony's back.
	Tony could be a creep, and he sometimes acted stupid (his urban
accent didn't help), but Lucas knew he was smarter than he pretended. And
the young computer genius envied the seaman's ability to turn on the charm
with women. But tonight Lucas' patience with Tony had run out. He was
sick of being called 'Luke', sick of the bottom bunk, sick of the dirty
clothes everywhere, and most of all, sick of these pictures. With a snarl he
tore one of the larger ones down and ripped it up. Tony didn't move. He
pulled down another, and another, ripping them as loudly as he could.
After about ten, the snoring rhythm broke, and behind him Lucas heard
	"Hey, Luke! What the fuck are you doing to my girls?!?!?"
	Lucas felt Tony grab his arm, and he was spun around. Piccolo was
wearing only a pair of white boxers, glaring at Lucas, but with that kind of
stupid, wide-eyed look he always had on his boyish face. His short hair was
looking even more spiky and disheveled than usual. Lucas tried to jerk free
but the seaman held him tighter. "Well?" He demanded.
	The boy pushed against Piccolo's chest, feeling the hard muscle of
his pec. "Just getting rid of this trash, Tony. I'm sick of it."
	The seaman didn't look all that angry, just sort of... confused. "Well
now what am I going to use for inspiration when I beat off?" He finally
said.
	Lucas felt himself blush at Tony mentioning something so personal --
though he had walked in on the hunky seaman stroking his big cock more
than once. "Guess you'll have to abstain." He said, still weakly trying to
pull away. His anger had ebbed and now he was a little afraid. Was Tony
going to beat him up? What had he got himself into? The seaman was an
inch or two shorter than Lucas, but he outweighed him, all of it muscle.
	But Piccolo still just stood there, gripping Lucas' biceps. "I don't
think so, Luke. I think you're gonna have to help me out from now on." He
closed his other hand firmly onto Lucas' bare shoulder.
	"W-what do you mean?" The boy stammered, even as he felt
Piccolo's strong hands start to pull downward.
    "You know what I mean buddy. I know you want it too. I know you
watch me beat off."
	Lucas fought against the pressure, but was slowly sinking down. He
looked at Tony's shorts, seeing the large tent growing, pushing at the flap.
Then he was on his knees, Tony's hands on his shoulders, and the seaman's
crotch was inches from his face. He could smell a musky odor mixed with a
faint urine smell. Lucas felt himself getting hard. "Hey, no way, I don't do
that! Let me go or I'll tell the captain!"
	"I don't think you will, kid. Now go ahead, take it out."
	Trembling, Lucas reached up and started to open the flap. All it
needed was a touch and the hard cock sprang out -- almost eight inches
long, circumcised, and curving slightly upward. The thick shaft tapered a
bit towards the end before swelling out again to the flaring corona. The
head itself was long and blunt; it seemed huge; much bigger than Lucas'
own penis. A drop of fluid grew from the slit as it pulsed. Lucas
swallowed, then he felt Tony pushing on the back of his neck. He was
scared, but he was more excited. He had to finally admit that he was
attracted to the hot young crewman, to admit  his desire for men.
Commander Ford, Miguel, handsome Brody... they all had been subject of
his covert masturbation fantasies. And of course Tony, with his hot body
and horse-cock.
	Piccolo let go of him with one hand, closing it around the base of his
cock. He waved his hard dick in front of the boy's face, then pulled Lucas
closer.
	*Smack* the head hit his cheek, and Tony dragged it over his face.
"C'mon Luke, you and me can have fun. I bet you've never fooled around
with another guy. I'll teach you, bud."
	Lucas squeezed his eyes shut, ashamed, afraid, and turned on as he
felt the warm spongy cockhead slap his face again and again. The tip
brushed his lips, leaving a trail of moisture, which he reflexively licked
off. Tony's precum tasted faintly sweet, not at all unpleasant. Different
from his own cum.
	The seaman rubbed the back of Lucas' neck and started to pull him
closer, his cock head against his mouth.
	The teenager opened his mouth. Then he felt the fleshy head between
his lips, and he licked the pisshole, tasting more precum. Lucas' cock was
hard and aching now, trapped in his underwear. Above him, Tony let out a
ragged moan. Lucas drew the rest of the head into his mouth, running his
tongue along the underside. He'd never done anything like this before, but
he figured he would do what would feel good to him. Lucas never thought
he would be on his knees sucking Tony Piccolo's cock -- it was so
degrading! -- but now he was so horny and excited, he wanted Tony to
make him do it, to show him about sex with a man.
	Tony groaned again, knees bending, putting both hands on the boy's
head. Lucas tentatively reached around Piccolo's legs, caressing the backs
of his muscled thighs.
	"Aw yeah, Luke, that's it, that feels so great." Piccolo ran his fingers
through Lucas' thick long hair, caressed his slender shoulders, while the
boy slowly sucked more cock into his mouth. He could only get about half
in before he started to choke though.
	"That's OK, man, don't try to take too much. You're doing fine."
Tony encouraged. Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of the seaman's
shaft and started stroking it as he sucked. Tony continued to groan and
mumble encouragement, then abruptly stopped and pulled Lucas up by the
armpits.
	"What? Did I do something wrong Tony?"
	"No man you're doing fine." The seaman smiled crookedly then
pulled Lucas to him by the belt. Still smiling up at the boy, he unfastened
his pants and let them fall. He roughly caressed Lucas' steel-hard dick
through his briefs, then slid his hands around his waist, under the fabric to
cup the young computer genius' smooth ass. Lucas closed his eyes,
trembling as Tony kneaded his flesh. The seaman pulled him forward, and
their hairless chests collided, smooth flesh against smooth flesh, with a
smack. Lucas closed his eyes, felt Piccolo's hard cock pressing against his
own, still trapped in his briefs. Then... a gentle touch on his neck... Tony
was kissing him! God this was so incredible. He never thought Piccolo
could be so gentle, so seductive. The seaman's mouth brushed his throat,
his jaw, then met his own slightly parted lips.
	Lucas had kissed girls before, but this was totally different. Tony
Piccolo was a young man, strong, masculine, kind of a tough guy. But he
was so careful, so sensuous... Lucas put one hand around the back of
Tony's neck and a moaning sigh escaped him as he gave in to the kiss. The
seaman massaged his ass and lower back, slowly working his shorts off,
while Lucas caressed Tony's back and head with increasing energy. Then
his cock popped free, rubbing against Piccolo's massive member.
	Tony finally broke the kiss, gasping for breath. "Oh, man, you are
hot as a reactor!"
	But Lucas just whimpered, unable to speak he was so worked up.
Piccolo guided him backward and lowered the boy onto his bunk. He
stepped out of his shorts, raised Lucas' legs and yanked off his briefs. The
youth complied, still breathing hard, his cock twitching.
	Tony got on his knees between the boy's legs and roughly caressed
Lucas' balls and cock with one hand. Then he slowly began to insert a
finger into his tight, virgin ass. Wolenczak threw back his head and let out
a pained yelp as the finger entered him. "What are you doing?!?" He cried.
	"Wow you are tight..." Piccolo muttered, ignoring Lucas' protests
and fumbling for his bottle of lubricant. He smeared some on the boy's
puckered hole. His finger slid in easily and this time Lucas moaned.
	"Oh god Tony that is incredible!"
	"It gets better, man."  Piccolo slid two fingers in and out of the
teenager's clenched ass, feeling it pulse and grip them. "You got to relax,
Lucas." He urged. He began caressing the youth's smooth chest, paying
extra attention to his sensitive nipples.
	The young civilian looked up in surprise. Tony had called him
Lucas!  And the seaman's hands felt so good all over his body like that. The
boy pulled his legs back further, trying to will his ass ring to relax.
	Then Tony stood up and grabbed Lucas just behind his knees,
pushing his legs back. Piccolo's monster cockhead slid down and poked at
Wolenczak's virgin hole.
	'Lucas has a hot body, kinda skinny, but nice,' Tony thought. It had
been awhile since he had made it with another guy.. not since he'd been in
the detainment center in fact... He pushed his slippery cockhead against the
puckered hole.
	"Oww! That hurts man!" Lucas protested as pain stabbed from his
ass. "Please don't Tony, you're too big!"
	"It will only hurt for a minute, kid." Piccolo grabbed his cock and
pushed again. The head popped in; Lucas yowled and started
hyperventilating, tears of pain in his eyes. But the boy's own cock was still
rock-hard.
"Please don't hurt me, Tony, please...." Lucas was a little boy now, all of
his smartass attitude stripped away.
	Piccolo eased some more of his marauder into the boy's tight chute,
enjoying the heat of it. Lucas whimpered again, which turned him on even
more. Chicks were OK, but only fucking a hot guy's ass really got him off;
and nothing was more exciting than fucking a willing young virgin guy --
he'd done it twice before. More of his thick, pulsing cock slid in as Lucas
squirmed and writhed under him. He pulled out a little, then eased some
more in. Lucas gasped, biting his lip.
	After several minutes of this slow progress into the boy's spasming
ass, Tony's brown pubes were tickling Lucas' smooth butt. He had all eight
inches in! He was taking Mister Smart Guy's cherry. Piccolo smiled
crookedly to himself as he reached down and stroked the boy's hard, uncut
six-incher, rewarded by a moan and an ass clenching around his dick.
"Yeah Lucas keep that up!" He whispered, pulling a few inches of cock out
of Lucas' stretched ass, then shoving it back in, getting another wail from
the kid.
	"Oh, fuck Lucas, you are tight." He loved to watch his thick dick
sliding into a hole. He pulled and twisted Lucas' small balls, roughly
caressed his boy's chest and stomach, getting ever more turned on. Lucas
just moaned and whimpered.
	Then Tony pulled all the way out to the corona, just his fat
mushroom head caught in Lucas' twitching hole, and waited. He felt the
boy's asshole clenching around his cock.
	"Don't stop, Tony!" Lucas whined.
	It was what the hunky seaman wanted. "Ask for it, genius. Ask me to
fuck you."
	"Please Tony!" Lucas grasped at Piccolo's firm ass, trying to pull his
cock back in. He wanted it to fill him, he wanted Tony's big cock all the
way in his ass. It hurt but it also felt so good. He felt strangely close to
him, naked together, joined, both vulnerable in a way.
	"Say it!" Tony growled, squeezing Lucas' pulsing cock. It was hard
as steel.
	"Fuck meee!" Lucas wailed.
	"Yeahhh..." Tony sighed, as he slid his cock back into Wolenczak's
sweet hole in one slow thrust.  Lucas let out a long groan as it went in.
Tony pushed the boy's legs up and back, then started to fuck him in long
strokes, watching his slick hard rod move in and out of the clutching ass.
Looking down at Lucas, Tony thought about how handsome and smart the
guy was, especially compared to him. He wondered if this was getting back
at Lucas somehow, raping his ass. But Lucas seemed to be enjoying getting
his cute butt plowed, and that made the seaman almost as happy as the tight
warm feeling of his tingling cock.
	Lucas' dick was leaking precum, bouncing against his stomach with
every thrust. "I knew you were a little faggot, Lucas, I knew you wanted
this sailor cock in your ass the first day I saw you." Tony leaned down and
licked one of Lucas' little nipples, eliciting another moan of pleasure. "You
like that? You like Tony's cock in your ass buddy?"
	"Yeah, oh yeah, Tony!" Lucas whispered. To his surprise, all of
Piccolo's dirty talk was turning him on even more. He loved that big cock
burning up his insides, the sight of the muscular seaman on top of him.
Lucas caressed Tony's chest, his legs, his ass, and pulled him in as he thrust
deep into the boy's guts. He was careful not to touch the seaman's sensitive
gills. Meanwhile Piccolo kept licking and sucking on the youth's tender
nipples as his long dick stroked in and out in perfect rhythm.
	Then Lucas grabbed Tony by the back of the neck and pulled his face
down to his own. Piccolo paused, his cock pulsing deep in Lucas' guts.
Their eyes met, their faces drew closer, and suddenly they were kissing,
tongues feverishly snaking against each other. Tony's thrusts began again,
long and slow as Lucas' legs wrapped around his hips. Tony began to speed
up, his balls smacking against Lucas' ass with every slam, and both of them
grunting, sweating with the exertion of their fucking. Piccolo felt the cum
boiling up in his nuts, his cock getting ready to pop. And Lucas was
stroking his own dick, gasping for air...
	Then Tony felt Lucas' ass tighten around his pistoning cock. Just as
he sensed the beginnings of his own orgasm, the boy gave a short cry and
something splattered on his face, warm and gooey. The next spurt went up
on his pec as Lucas sprayed him with a fountain of cum. He strained to get
every last millimeter of his dick inside Lucas as his own cock released his
load. Piccolo gasped and convulsed, thrusting double-time as he was
overcome with the rush of his cumming.
	He closed his eyes and settled slowly down onto the trembling boy,
both of them drenched with sweat, and Lucas' gobs of cum spreading
between them. Tony kissed his bunkmate under the ear and whispered,
"Oh, Lucas, are you okay, did I hurt you? I didn't mean to hurt you..."
	But the handsome young tech-head just let out a long sigh, his ass
reflexively giving Tony's softening cock a squeeze. He hugged the seaman
tight, and all he could say was "Tony, Tony, hold me." in a constricted
voice.
	Lucas sounded so afraid, so lonely... Piccolo could certainly relate to
that feeling, though even he had parents who loved him in their way.
Lucas' mom and dad seemed too busy to care. He gently brushed at the
boy's disheveled hair.
	But Lucas was trembling. Tony gently pulled himself out, and led his
roommate to the shower. Lucas kept his eyes shut, still shivering while the
hot water rained down. Piccolo washed him, then back in the room he
toweled him off and settled him into his bed. The youth never said a word
and when he opened his eyes he kept them downcast. Tony was afraid he
had traumatized him somehow. But as he hesitated over climbing back to
his own bunk, Lucas whimpered again and held out a hand. "Tony..."
Piccolo, relieved, slipped into the bunk under the blanket with the boy,
both of them still naked. Lucas seized him like a needy child, pulling Tony
to him and resting his head on Piccolo's meaty pec. The seaman was still
worried until he felt Wolenczak's shivering subside, and after several
minutes of silence broken only by their slow, even breathing, Lucas said
"Tony, that was... man you are so hot. Was I... was I okay?"
	"You were great Lucas... for a tech-head." Then he kissed the boy
playfully on the top of his head.
	Neither saw Darwin, who had been observing from just down the
hydro-tube, nod slightly and swim away.

---

	Day shift was starting aboard the SeaQuest, the crew and science
team hustling to their posts and going about their duties. On the bridge,
Captain Bridger and Commander Ford consulted over a roster of repair
teams. Just as the hour-chime rang, Chief Petty Officer Ortiz ran to his
station, fumbling with his headset as he relieved the third-shift WSKR
officer. He slumped into his chair and rubbed his eyes.
	Lonnie, stationed next to him at helm, shot him a curious look --
then noticed a small bruise on the Latino's neck before he adjusted his
collar to hide it.
	"Nice of you to join us, Mister Ortiz." Ford admonished him gently.
	"Get much sleep last night?" Lonnie teased, curious and more than a
little jealous. She had been after Miguel for awhile; who was the lucky
girl?
	"No, actually Tim kept me up most of the night..." Ortiz gave her his
best innocent look, then waited a beat before adding "...he snores, you
know..." Then smiled sweetly.
	Henderson frowned and turned to her console, not sure what to make
of that remark. Miguel and O'Neill? No way.
	Bridger glanced around the bridge. "Wolenczak, Piccolo, O'Neill?"
He looked expectantly at Ford.
	"O'Neill is on medical leave, though the doctor said he could work
half-shifts; I expect him in at 0900; and I gave Lucas and Tony the
morning off. They were both up late making repairs."
	"And our status?" The Captain took a sip of coffee.
	Ford sighed. "Main propulsion still off-line, as are forward planes
and torpedoes. All at least a day to finish repairs. We have one laser,
backup propulsion and ballast control. Main computer is up, but will be in
full diagnostic mode for another hour. WSKRs are on manual; all life
support restored."
	Bridger, as usual, was relaxed. "Well, since we aren't going
anywhere, let's check out the wreckage of that sub."
	Ford smiled, perfect lips parting to flash his even white teeth.
	"Sea crabs are all out working on the hull, but I thought we'd send
Piccolo out this afternoon."
	"Very good. I'll be in my quarters. You have the bridge,
Commander."
	The morning passed uneventfully, though Ford noticed that Ortiz
looked tired and distracted, sometimes staring off into space with a
bemused smile. And Lonnie Henderson was in a bad mood about
something.

	When Lucas woke up, Tony was already in the shower. His butt felt
kind of sore but not too bad, all things considered. He wasn't sure he
believed what had happened, even though his back end was a constant
reminder.
	He heard a bump sound behind him--Darwin was at the glass and
wanted to talk. Suddenly Lucas felt very self-conscious as he turned on the
translator.
	"Tony hurt Lucas?"
	For a moment the boy was at a loss, then he realized with horror that
Darwin must have seen Tony and him...  "Uhh, no Darwin, Tony is my, uh
friend." Lucas felt himself blushing.
	"Lucas sounded hurt." Even through the translator, a note of
confusion and concern somehow entered Darwin's digitized voice.
	"It's complicated Darwin. We were, uh, playing."
	"Darwin play!"
	Lucas' eyes went wide. "Not _that_ kind of play, Darwin!"
	There was a pause while Darwin seemed to ponder this, then
"Tony and Lucas make love!"
	"Uh, well, I guess you could call it that..." He knew his cheeks were
burning. "Now Darwin..."
	But before he could continue, Darwin was swimming away. He made
another series of sounds which the translator couldn't analyze but Lucas
thought sounded an awful lot like laughter.

	Right at 1200 hours, Lucas and Piccolo arrived, Wolenczak looking
wary or embarrassed about something, and Tony his usual chatty self.
	Piccolo always had a kind of 'blank' look on his face, like nothing
was going on inside. Ford knew better, of course; Tony was actually fairly
bright, just somewhat of a victim. And his severe dyslexia did not help. But
still... Tony wasn't Einstein.
	Now Lucas, he had that intense look, like his mind was always
running -- he was analyzing, or working out some glitch on his computer,
all while he was talking to you about harmonic resonance scanning. But
Lucas had something else Tony didn't: a mean streak. Lucas had no
patience for those who didn't follow him when he went off on an
intellectual tangent. And Ford had noticed that he could be very
condescending to his forced bunkmate, even cruel. But Piccolo didn't seem
to have a mean bone in his gill-enhanced body. He took Lucas' mean
remarks without retaliation. But still, he was sure that neither much liked
the other... or so he thought. Today, they arrived side-by side, and as they
separated to go to their sides of the bridge, Tony put his hand on Lucas'
shoulder and said, "Talk to yah later, Lucas." The boy smiled shyly back at
him and mumbled "Yeah, uh, thanks Tony."
	 Not much got past Ford, and he thought this was very strange
behavior. No one else seemed to notice, though. Jonathan wondered if he
was being a little jealous. After all, Both young men were very attractive,
and there was something about Piccolo's rough edges...
	"Commander!" Ortiz looked up from his console. "There's
something in the wreckage, something moving."

To be continued...