"Oh, nice work" (seaQuest)
Title: "Oh, nice work"
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings: Season 1 up to episode Give me Liberté
Summary: Five times Captain Bridger told Lucas good work, and one time he didn't.
This is the second part in a six part series. The first part can be found by the link at the bottom of the entry.Disclaimer: I don't own SeaQuest. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction.
Lucas keyed in bypass codes, searching through zones and in files. Nothing. There was no record of this Dr. Peche anywhere. He cross-referenced the date found with all known whereabouts before the Liberté Space Station. Nothing. He uncovered file after file of blank documents. Everything was wiped clean. He tried a back way into the system, going through the intelligence department, searching through tax forms. Still, there was nothing.
But then… there it was. He blinked, double checking his findings. Buried deep within pages of code and data, he found the old doc’s address. He let out a small whoop of happiness, groping at the desk for a pen and a piece of paper. Dr. Guy Peche, 131 Rue Dijon, Montbard, France.
He jumped up quickly, tripping over his desk chair and nearly falling flat on his face. Pushing himself to his feet, he made a mental note to clean up the floor. Even he was a bit disgusted at how messy the room was. Clothes were strewn on the chair and bed, papers, video disks and music disks scatted on the floor. He gave it one last glance before shutting the door behind him, sighing. What a mess.
Power walking through the corridors, Lucas made his way down to the Captain’s quarters. He had to catch him before he left for the shuttle. “Oh Captain, Doc Peche’s address,” he said, quickly turning the corner. Bridger shut the door to his quarters and looked up. “It was buried in their autonomous zone.”
“Thanks.” Bridger took the paper, turning and walking towards the bridge, Lucas following close behind.
This was the embarrassing part. Normally he found ways to bypass the tracers. Someone was very curious as to why he was researching Dr. Peche. Lucas just hoped Captain Bridger wouldn’t be too upset that North Sea Confederation knew where they were. “Oh and they uh… tagged my computer search.”
“Who tagged you?”
“Someone at the North Sea Confederation I guess. A tracer dogged my link all the way back home.”
“Dogged your link?” Bridger stopped in the corridor and turned, both his look and tone of voice blatantly confused.
Lucas shrugged, quickly thinking of an easy way to define ‘dogging.’ That wasn’t a new term; the Captain had to be familiar with it. Maybe not in the context but… “They know where we are,” he said simply.
“But do they know what we have?”
“I doubt it. They’re probably gonna find out sooner or later.”
“Well I hope it’s later.” Captain Bridger shrugged, patting Lucas’ arm before walking down the corridor.
Lucas looked down at the ground, a mix of emotions running through his body. He was upset and happy all at the same time. He did it; he found the address after nearly two hours of searching, of trying bypass code after bypass code, password after password.
Why was he upset? Was it because Captain Bridger didn’t tell him what a good job he did? Did he really need the compliments now? The reminders that he was doing a good job? “Oh,” Bridger said and Lucas looked up hopefully. “Nice work.”
There it was, the reminder, the boost to his self esteem. He smiled, nodding slightly at the Captain’s retreating form before turning and walking back to his room.
"Hey kid, good work."