Well I am reposting a story that I put up last summer.  For those of you
that have seen it before, delete now.  For those of you that haven't, enjoy.

Author's note:  This is my version of the scene that *should* have
come at the end of the episode "Dream Weaver" but didn't.  The
characters in it belong to NBC/Universal/Amblin and I respect that.  I
don't respect what they have done to seaQuest, or its stars.  The rest of
this scene/story belongs to me and only me.  Steal it, and I'll send Pinky
over to your house to be your permanent sidekick.

Resolution

	Dr. Wendy Smith sat at her desk in Med. Bay reviewing the
file.  She was tired, somewhat bewildered, and if the truth be told, a
little scared.  But then again it wasn't every day that a member of
the crew was taken over by an alien bounty hunter.

	She looked down at Ensign Lonnie Henderson's chart.  Physically,
Lonnie was fine.  A little dehydrated maybe, but still the same healthy
young woman who left the sub a few hours ago.  Her mental health was a
different story. 

	When she first returned to the ship, Lonnie had no conscious
memory of her kidnapping and possession at the hands of the alien
invader, but slowly pieces had begun to return.  These fragments of
memory were what was causing her psychic pain that Wendy could sense
rooms away.  Even with months of psychiatric therapy, Wendy wasn't
sure if Lonnie would ever recover.

	"Dr. Smith?"  Wendy looked up from the file to see who had
spoken.  A dishevelled, nervous Tim O'Neill stood in the doorway to
the Med. Bay.  Another patient.

	"What can I do for you Tim?"

	"I'ld like to see Lonnie."

* * * *

	"If she's sleeping, don't wake her up," Wendy whispered.  "She
needs her rest, especially with a UEO debriefing team coming tomorrow. 
I sedated her earlier, but I don't know how much that will help.  And
don't do anything to upset her.  She's gone through a harrowing
experience, so her nerves are frayed.  Do you understand?" Tim nodded. 
"Okay, I'll come back for you in fifteen minutes." Wendy turned and
left the room.

	Tim stood there and looked at the bed.  Lonnie was lying on her
side, her eyes closed in sleep.  Under her arm was her teddy bear,
Addison.  He stood there, drinking in the sight of her.  She was
alive.  No thanks to him.

	Her face was so pale.  Curled up under the blanket, she looked
so small and fragile.  Tim remembered the last time he'd seen her. 
She had been screaming as that . . . thing had dragged her down the
access tube.  He'd gone back to his computer after that, and worked. 
Tim had tried to push her face out of his mind as he continued to
track the creature.  But her screaming came back to him again and
again as he sat at the keyboard. 

	He had thanked God when Commander Ford reported that they were
returning with Lonnie to seaQuest.  He thanked Him again when he heard
from the Captain that she was physically fine, and probably be back on
duty within the week.  Still he had to make sure with his own eyes
that she was fine.

	Lonnie opened her eyes slowly.  "Tim?"

	"Hi Lonnie." Tim lowered himself into the chair beside her bed. 
"How are you feeling?"

	"Lousy." Her eyes were bloodshot, and there were dark bags
under her eyes.

	There was an awkward silence, and then he blurted out, "I'm
sorry Lonnie."

	"For what?"

	"For letting him take you.  I should have stopped him.  I
should have done some . . ."

	"If you had gotten in his way, he would have killed you." Her
voice was horse from crying.  "And I don't think I would be able to
live knowing that I did that."

	"Lonnie that wasn't you.  It was him."

	"He was using my body Tim." Tears began to run down her cheek. 
"Do you know that when Commander Ford and Lieutenant Brody cornered
me, I wanted them to shoot me?  I wanted them to kill me so he couldn't
use me to hurt anyone else."  Sobs began to rack Lonnie's body.  "I 
tried to pull the trigger on the rifle myself, but I couldn't.  He
wouldn't let me."

	Tim leaned forward and began to stroke her hair while making
comforting noises.  Loni sobbed loudly for a few more minutes, and then
looked at him.  "Tim," she said through a couple of gasping breaths. 
"Could you hold me for a while?"

	"Of course." He stood up, and sat on the bed.

	She looked at him in surprise.  "What are you doing?"

	"Holding you, now scoot over." Once Lonnie slid backwards to make
room for him, he carefully lay down beside her in the bed.  Then he
gathered her up in his arms, Lonnie burying her face in his chest.  She
continued to cry as he stroked her hair, whispering "it's okay Loni. 
I'm here.  No one is going to hurt you.  Not as long as I'm here. 
It's okay.  It's all right."

	Eventually her weeping subsided.  When her breathing became
slow and regular he knew she was asleep.  He kissed her softly on the
top of her head and said, "I'll never let anyone hurt you again Lonnie. 
I promise."

	Tim continued to stroke her hair until sleep claimed him as well.

* * * *

	Wendy stopped in her tracks when she saw where Tim was.  She
had been coming to tell the Lieutenant that it was time to leave, but
now seeing the two of them asleep on the bed.  Tentatively she pushed
out with her mind to find . . . relative peace.

	She still felt significant psychic trauma in Lonnie, but it was
less then there was before Tim's visit.  Clearly she had found the
right to talk to.

	As for seaQuest's communication technician, his self-loathing
had weakened into guilt.

	Wendy quietly backed out of the room and shut the door.  She
then sought out the duty nurse.

	"No one," she told her, "and I mean no one, is to disturb
Ensign Henderson until I get in tomorrow.  I don't care *what* rank
they hold, they don't go in.  If they challenge you on it, send them
to me.  Is that clear?" The nurse nodded, a little wide eyed at the
vehemence in her voice.

	Satisfied that all was in order, Wendy headed off to her own
bed for some much needed rest.  Lonnie, she thought to herself, may
not be out of the woods yet, but at least she had found the right
path. 

****

The end

By : toxopeu@ccs.carleton.ca (Deanna Toxopeus)