Title: Someday Out Of The Blue

Author: JaimeBlue

Archive: No

Series: Next in the "You've Got To Hide Your Love Away" Universe --
http://jaimeblue.tripod.com/fanfic/stories/ygthyla.htm

Disclaimer: seaQuest and its characters do not belong to me. Furthermore, there is a stretch of dialogue borrowed from a Dreamworks animated movie (the name of which is in this fic, and majorly inspired this fic), as well as lyrics borrowed from one of the movie's songs. No disrespect intended - only praise :)

A/N: As mentioned in the disclaimer, this fic was inspired by a certain Dreamworks animated movie. As this is mostly a PWP, it wasn't the plot that inspired me - it was the relationship between the main male characters. Once about 1/3 of the way through this fic, if you haven't figured out *which* movie it is - you need to read it again ;p And if you *haven't* seen the movie, please do!

A/N-2: Most of this fic is from Miguel's POV, however, for the first (and maybe only) time in the series, there is a scene from the POV of someone other than Tim & Miguel.

Summary: A relationship-affirming piece where Tim and Miguel finally manage to find some time alone together. We also discover that the men's relationship isn't as secret as they thought.


~*~*~*~

As Miguel entered the recreation room, he laughed as he saw Tony tossing popcorn at Lucas' head. Grinning, he looked around to see that most of his friends had already arrived for Lonnie's 'First Weekly Movie Night.' Dagwood was looking pensive as he listened to Brody tell a tale from Security, Frank was doing his best to get the attention of Ensign Schumann, Tim's sometimes replacement on the Bridge, and Tim...

Tim was being pushed down into a seat by Lonnie, who was waving a finger at him with a leer in her eyes. Miguel couldn't hear what she was saying, but it made Tim blush, and that was all he needed to know. When she finally stepped away from the commtech, Miguel snuck up on him from behind, tickling the back of his ear and making him jump in his seat.

"Miguel! Don't *do* that!"

Miguel grinned, seeing the joy behind the harsh words and knowing it was there because of him. He leaned forward, moving in as close as he'd allow himself to be in the presence of the others, and whispered in Tim's ear.

"She's certainly doing her best to set you straight, now isn't she."

"It's *much* too late for that, Mig," Tim said under his breath, and the two of them exchanged a smile. Miguel started moving around the chair to settle into the one next to Tim, but Lonnie plopped herself down before he could reach.

"Sorry, Ortiz. This seat's taken," she smirked up at him, and for a moment, Miguel was sorely tempted to take her head off. After a moment, he brushed his jealousy aside and moved to where Tony and Frank beckoned him. He wasn't sitting next to Tim, where he wanted to be, but at least the semi-circular nature of the chairs allowed him to see his lover well.

"Okay, guys," Lonnie shouted in an effort to quiet the rest of them, "I *know* what kind of movies you like watching when *some* of us aren't around." Most of the men started grunting in acknowledgment. "So I decided to broaden your horizons a little. This was one of my favourite movies growing up, so please, don't pervert it *too* much!"

The lights went out and the large screen that took up part of the wall facing them lit up. The mandatory warning came up, eventually flowing into the title sequence of the production house, Dreamworks. As the actual movie began, some of the guys started complaining.

"Aww, come on, Lonnie," Tony whined, "I know we've got Luke with us, but did you have to bring us a cartoon?"

"Hey!" Lucas cried out in indignation. "I'm 18. I can watch anything *you* watch."

"Yeah, sure," Tony responded.

"So what if it's a cartoon," Lonnie defended, "it's still a great movie. Now just watch."

As their attention came back to the opening sequence, Miguel grinned. Lonnie wasn't the only one who considered this a favourite movie. Miguel could still remember begging his mother to buy him a copy of one of the only movies with a character that shared his name. Since then, barely a year had gone by when he hadn't watched "The Road to El Dorado" at least once.

He caught Tim's eye across the row of seats and saw the knowing smile on his lover's face. While living together in Cape Quest, they'd discovered their shared love of animated movies. However, they'd had to make compromises, as most roommates did. For every viewing of "The Road to El Dorado" came a viewing of Disney's "Atlantis: The Lost Empire", and vice-versa. After the first time they'd watched Miguel's favourite movie and enjoyed it thoroughly, Miguel had spent the next week calling Tim 'Tulio.'

And that had been *before* they'd become lovers, and had then given each other a whole new set of nicknames and endearments. However, Miguel simply couldn't help calling his lover 'Tulio' from time to time, perhaps as a reassurance that while gaining a lover, he hadn't lost his best friend.

After a few minutes, the group of guys had settled down and actually seemed to enjoy the movie. Over half way through, Miguel realized what scene was coming, and his breath caught in anticipation. Tulio was about to leave with Chel, the native woman, and Miguel had decided to remain in El Dorado. As both characters tried their best to mask their hurt and anger at each other, Elton John's voice sang on. Ortiz looked up at where Tim sat and saw Tim looking right at him. Neither of them moved their lips, yet somehow, he knew they were both singing along with the music in the movie...

*"What is done has been done for the best Though the mist in my eyes might suggest Just a little confusion about what I'll lose But if I started over, I know I would choose The same joy the same sadness each step of the way That fought me and taught me that friends never say Never say goodbye..."*

Somehow, both Miguel and Tim tore their eyes away from each other to continue watching the movie, and Miguel forced his eyes to the screen, not taking them away until the final credits. When the lights finally came back on, everyone stretched and rubbed at their eyes, and the guys reluctantly admitted to Lonnie that they actually enjoyed the 'adventure movie' as they insisted it was.

Everyone started going their own ways, and from the corner of his eye, Miguel could see Tim excusing himself from Lonnie's side. He and Tim shared a secret smile across the room before Tim snuck off down a corridor, his eyes beckoning Miguel to follow. After saying his good nights, Ortiz made his way into the corridor in time to catch Tim turning a corner. He hurried to follow, never quite catching up but never too far behind. He was led through the bowels of the ship, past the crew quarters and engineering, around the weapons rooms, and down toward the ship's emergency power stations.

Miguel turned a corner and looked around for some sign of Tim, but there was none. He'd lost his lover's trail. With a sigh, he closed his eyes to listen for footsteps nearby, as they would echo easily through the empty corridors.

He was suddenly conscious of a small noise behind him, and a moment later, two arms crept around his waist. He sighed and leaned back into the body behind him. Before he could say a word, he heard Tim's voice whispering in his ear.

"But if I started over, I know I would choose, the same joy, the same sadness each step of the way..."

Miguel's hands took hold of the ones that were gripped over his stomach and squeezed gently. "You're such a fucking romantic, Tulio."

"You sound *almost* like you're complaining, querido."

"*Almost* is the operative word."

"Follow me," Tim said, slowly pulling away from Miguel. Ortiz turned to see his lover step through a doorway and into one of the small control rooms, and moved to follow him in. "Close the door, querido."

Miguel did as he was told and was immediately enveloped in his lover's arms once again before he could even turn away from the door.

"I've been watching the maintenance schedules like a hawk for weeks," Tim breathed against Miguel's neck. "This room is checked out once a day, but that isn't for several hours."

"Why, Mr. O'Neill, are you trying to seduce me?" Miguel barely held back a chuckle when Tim's lips started kissing along his neck.

"Am I succeeding?"

Miguel didn't answer verbally, but took hold of one of Tim's hands and slid it southward until it finally rested over the awakening erection confined within Miguel's pants.

"Oh, Lord," Tim practically growled, pressing himself more firmly against Miguel as his hand fondled the familiar length of his lover's cock. "It's been so long. I need you, Mig. Too much."

Miguel didn't think he could ever tire of hearing those words from his lover's lips. "Me too, cariño. It's been pure torture, not being able to touch you."

"Then touch me," Tim whispered huskily.

Miguel turned slowly, not wanting to lose the feel of Tim's hand on his cock, and pulled Tim to him by the lapels of his uniform. Their lips met, desperately savage yet somehow gently caressing one another. They took turns controlling the kiss as Miguel's hands roamed freely over his lover's clothed body. Slowly, almost unconsciously, their uniforms fell away from their bodies, leaving them naked to exploring hands, fingers, and eventually, lips.

Miguel relished Tim's gasp when he lapped at his lover's nipple. His fingers stroked along Tim's cock just as his had been stroked earlier, and suddenly, his head was pulled away to look into his lover's passion-filled eyes.

"I don't think I can last long, querido," Tim murmured. "It's been too long."

Miguel nodded and somehow managed to lower them onto their knees, the skin there cushioned by their discarded uniforms. He cupped Tim's face in his hands and kissed him thoroughly and hungrily, their bodies pressing tightly together, fitting each other perfectly. He moaned into his lover's mouth when Tim's long, slender fingers wrapped around both of their cocks, clasping them tightly. Miguel's hand joined Tim's and together, they worked to carry each other higher, their free hands caressing and exploring long-missed flesh.

"Need this. Need you," Miguel breathed into Tim's ear when his lover's lips latched onto his neck. "God, it's been too long."

"Since *gasp* home," Tim said against Miguel's throat. "Oh, God, that's perfect."

Miguel reveled in the feel of their skin brushing together as they pumped into their clasped fists. Tim's teeth nipped at the base of Miguel's throat, and almost in revenge, Miguel's hand took hold of his lover's ass, kneading it in time with their motions. Almost every touch seemed to send Miguel into overload, it having been so long since he'd last touched or been touched by his lover. He could feel himself tightening, his release approaching, and felt the tension in Tim's body that signaled the same thing.

Their faces lifted so that their sweaty cheeks rested against each other, their heavy breaths cooling the warm skin on the backs of their necks. Tim's free arm tightened where it was wrapped around Miguel's waist, and with a silent scream, he came over their joined fingers, his head dropping down to Miguel's shoulder in near exhaustion. Miguel continued moving, Tim's fist still gripped with his around their cocks, and finally, he joined his lover over the edge.

Somehow, their limp bodies found their way to the floor, wrapping around each other as they came down from their shared euphoria. Their foreheads pressed together and Miguel let out a breathy laugh as he noticed he was fogging up the already misty lenses of Tim's glasses. Miguel lifted a hand, intending to remove the spectacles, but instead looked at his hand, covered with sweat and semen, and without thinking, he sucked one of his fingers into his mouth.

"You keep that up and I'll be ready for another round in no time," Tim mumbled sleepily, his fingers absently tracing the dips around Miguel's waist.

With a leer, Miguel slid another finger into his mouth and made a production of sucking it clean. "How much time have we got?" he asked, stopping his sucking in favour of pressing butterfly kisses along his lover's nose.

"Five hours, I'd say."

"Plenty of time."

Miguel smiled as Tim sighed and snuggled closer. "There's gotta be some way to freeze time," Tim suddenly said pensively. "I don't want to go back, not yet."

"Me neither, cariño."

"It's just so unfair."

Miguel simply nodded, sensing the pain behind his lover's words. He felt it as well. What he'd found with Tim was more beautiful than anything he'd ever known, yet by its very nature, it had to be kept secret. Even their few stolen moments were shadowed by very real fears of getting caught.

And Miguel knew from experience what happened when gay lovers were caught.

He couldn't restrain a shiver at his thoughts and Tim held him closer in response. "It'll be all right, querido. With God's help, we'll find a way."

Miguel chuckled and softly kissed Tim's lips, all the while feeling as if he could cry. He didn't have a clue how Tim had managed to keep his faith in God, knowing full well he'd be kicked out of the church should their relationship become known. Tim had tried explaining to Miguel that the church and God were separate entities, however Miguel still caught him saying his 'Hail Marys' and 'Our Fathers' before sleeping at night.

Though he didn't understand it, he still loved Tim all the more for it.

Miguel's kisses became more purposeful, needing the fire in Tim's eyes to chase away his dark thoughts. It worked, for the more they became absorbed in one another, the more the outside world faded away. Their touches were less wild, brushing over each other's bodies with loving caresses. Tim pulled away to lie back on the floor and pulled Miguel over top of him. Miguel grinned, his legs parting on either side of Tim's as they kissed using their whole bodies.

Miguel felt his body responding to his lover once again and he pressed his renewing erection against Tim's hip. Tim's face broke into a positively evil grin. "Up for another round already?"

"Only as long as it's with you," Miguel grinned back.

"That's a good thing, since I really don't like sharing." Tim pushed softly and rolled them over so that he was lying above Miguel. "Let me take care of you, querido."

Before Miguel could answer, Tim had started kissing along his jaw, down his neck, tracing his collar bone, and finally trailing down toward his nipples. One by one, they were teased and taunted by Tim's lips and tongue, both of which had spent much time practicing at making the small points respond. Miguel moved to pull off Tim's glasses, but his hands were lightly slapped away.

"I want to see you properly."

Unsurprised at the familiar reply, Miguel rose up slightly on his elbows, watching Tim nibble his way down Miguel's stomach. He gasped when a mischievous tongue dipped into his navel and his eyes locked with Tim's. Their gazes never parted as Tim's mouth finally reached Miguel's semi-hard cock, caressing it with his lips and tongue in an effort to bring it to full salute. Miguel knew his desire and excitement showed in his eyes, but what notched it up was the pure joy on Tim's face as he brought Miguel pleasure.

It still amazed Miguel that Tim had learned to do *this* for *him*. Technically speaking, his lover was far from perfect in the art of oral pleasure, yet none of that mattered because it was *Tim's* mouth touching him so intimately. Any other man or woman would have brought the critic out in Miguel, but Tim was... Tim. It was perfect because anything Tim gave him was perfect.

Miguel's breath caught in his throat when he was fully enveloped in wet heat. His eyes and Tim's were still locked, and he shuddered at the mere eroticism of seeing his lover's lips wrapped around his cock. He put all his weight on one arm so that he could reach out with his hand, smoothing away the hair on Tim's forehead. When Tim began to suckle gently on his cock, Miguel forced his fingers not to tighten in his lover's hair. He'd found out early on that Tim was genuinely disturbed by the action while in that particular position, and had eventually been told the story that explained it, along with the man's sense of claustrophobia.

Putting all thoughts aside, Miguel concentrated on the feeling of his lover, caressing him with his mouth and drawing Miguel closer and closer to orgasm. When Miguel felt himself approaching the point of no return, he touched Tim's cheek in a familiar gesture of warning. As always, Tim merely continued, suckling harder to bring Miguel to completion. As he finally came, Miguel watched Tim drink him in, not letting a single drop escape his lips. Tim had been so proud when he'd first managed the feat, but Miguel still affectionately remembered his lover's come-covered face after his first time performing that particular act.

Miguel's arm slipped out from under him and he slumped back onto the floor. He felt Tim pressing a final kiss against his flaccid cock before crawling up his body from between his parted legs. They kissed slowly, languorously, needing no words to express their love for each other. Tim's newly hard cock pressed against Miguel's thigh, and he wanted nothing more than to taste as he'd been tasted, but his energy was gone. He slowly, reluctantly pulled out of the kiss to speak to Tim.

"My thighs, cariño."

Tim nodded and moved to Miguel's side long enough for the Cuban to partially close his legs, then straddled his lover's thighs. Miguel watched and felt as Tim's cock was placed between his thighs and he tightened them around his lover. Tim's face already looked ecstatic at the sensation and Miguel pulled him down for a long kiss.

After several moments, Tim began to move, his cock wrapped in the warmth of Miguel's thighs. Miguel touched wherever he could reach, gently pinching Tim's nipples and tickling his sensitive underarms. He felt such a wave of pleasure, watching the progression to orgasm as it was displayed so clearly on Tim's face. Miguel held his lover tightly, feeling the man's undulations grow more erratic. Finally, Tim let out a strangled sound as he thrust one last time, coming as he spilled himself between Miguel's thighs. Miguel stroked the hair on the head that fell to his chest, shivering as Tim's breaths tickled along his sweat-cooled skin and ignoring the pinch of his lover's glasses.

Neither moved for several minutes, absorbed in their recent releases and each other. Tim was the first to make any sound as he giggled against Miguel's chest.

"You know what this means, don't you, Mig?"

"What?" Miguel asked blearily, feeling his lover's smile against his skin..

"It means I'm definitely going to have to make a request for Lonnie's next movie night. A deal's a deal, querido."

Miguel was about to make some comment about how Tim could think about "Atlantis" at a time like this, but the words died in his throat as all of Tim's words sunk in. "What was with her, tonight, anyway?" he heard himself complaining, not liking how whiny he sounded.

Tim's hand stroked Miguel's pec as he snuggled closer, if that was at all possible. "She's just looking forward to the next shore leave, Mig. Don't worry, I've got everything under control."

Miguel stopped himself from replying with the vicious, jealousy-driven words that popped into his brain. He had no right to say anything; after all, the date had been *his* idea. Instead, he just held Tim tightly, needing the reassurance that his lover was there, pressed against him as intimately as was possible.

"Merde!" Tim cried, suddenly pulling away from Miguel and looking down around them. "Oh, no! I'm *such* an idiot!"

"Tim, what is it?"

"I was so excited to get a moment alone with you, I didn't think everything through." Miguel was puzzled until Tim lifted up the leg of one of their uniforms, a leg which desperately needed a good cleaning.

"Oh, shit." Miguel set aside his panic as he watched Tim's face twist with guilt. Setting his priorities, he sat up and pulled Tim into a tight hug. "It's okay. We'll figure something out, cariño."

"I know there's one set of showers down here for emergencies, but there's no way we could explain going around with our uniforms soaked."

Suddenly, Miguel's eyes lit up. "Tim, I seem to remember the storage rooms being in this area."

"Yeah, they are. Do you know something I don't?"

"More than I can list," Miguel teased. "Now, it would probably be best if we grab our stuff and get cleaned first. Here's my idea..."

A minute or two later, the two naked men rushed out of the room with their uniforms clutched to their chests, running towards the emergency shower room. In their hurry, neither man fully registered the mop that lied abandoned on the floor outside the control room.

~*~*~*~

Miguel hooted as he chased Tim through the ship's corridor. He paused a moment, lifting his large water gun, and fired at his best friend and lover.

"A-ha!" he cried as the water hit the center of Tim's back.

Tim stopped, turned around, and let out a stream of water from his own gun. "A-ha! You mincing, prancing twit!"

Miguel couldn't get out of the way in time, and the water hit his shoulder. "Ha! You fight like my sister!" He quickly got off one more shot, hitting Tim in the leg.

"I fought your sister," Tim replied, getting off another shot. "That's a compliment!"

The two men stood in the hall, trading shots while calling each other "blackguard" and "heathen" and vividly aware of their growing audience. Suddenly, one of Miguel's shots hit Tim point blank in the face, knocking the man's glasses off-kilter.

"Ah, not the face! Not the face!" Tim cried as he dropped his gun to pull off his glasses, turning around to avoid another shot from Miguel.

With an evil grin, Miguel aimed for Tim's backside and shot again, making the man jump. When Tim moved, Miguel was finally able to see Commander Ford standing at the edge of the crowd, looking first at Tim and then Miguel with a look that was far from amused.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Tim announced, placing his glasses back on his face and slowly backing away toward Miguel, "we've decided it's a draw."

"Thank you all for coming!" Miguel called out. "You've been great! See you soon!"

"Adios!"

Both Miguel and Tim turned to escape, but were stopped by a hand falling on each of their shoulders. "And where do you think you two are going?" Ford's voice boomed.

"Um, to dry off," Miguel answered sheepishly.

"This is your one and only warning," Ford said sternly. "If I catch either of you running around the ship's halls or doing *anything* like this again, your punishment will make Krieg's look like a slap on the wrist, you got me?"

"Yes, Sir," the two men echoed.

The heavy hands were lifted from their shoulders, and with a nod to Ford, Tim and Miguel rushed off toward their quarters. They reached Tim's first and they paused a moment before forcing themselves to say their goodbyes.

"I'll see you later, on the Bridge," Miguel said hesitantly, not wanting to leave his lover so soon after their time together. "Sleep well, Tulio."

"You too, Miguel," Tim replied.

Each of them wanted to say much more, but they could hear various crewmembers passing through the hall around them. Reluctantly, Tim opened the door to his quarters, and with one last look, entered and closed the door behind him.

Miguel walked on, unable to keep a smile from his face

~*~*~*~

Wendy looked up from her table in Medbay and smiled at her shy visitor. "Hello, Dagwood. Is there something I could do for you? Are you feeling all right?"

"I'm okay. Daggers do not get sick."

She smiled even brighter. "I know, Dagwood. Please, come in and have a seat."

Slowly, the Dagger moved further into the room and sat down across from Wendy. "Dagwood needs to ask a question."

"Well, I'm here to answer if I can. What's on your mind?"

Dagwood looked around nervously before finally looking at Wendy. "If I saw somebody hurt somebody else, do I have to tell somebody?"

Wendy looked perplexed. "Usually you should, if the person is really hurting them. What did you see?"

"I-I always do a good job cleaning, but today I had to clean the seadeck early so I cleaned the control rooms later than I always do. But one of the doors was locked and I looked in the window to see if anybody was there, and I saw Tim."

Wendy nodded. "Is he the one you saw hurting somebody?" Dagwood nodded. "Who was he hurting, Dagwood?"

"He was doing something to Miguel and Miguel was making funny noises like he was hurting and..."

Wendy's eyes opened wide in comprehension and she raised a hand to stop the Dagger's speech. "Just a minute, okay Dagwood?"

She quickly rose from the table and peered into each of Medbay's rooms to ensure nobody was there. She then went to the main door and locked it. With a steadying breath, she returned to the table and sat across from Dagwood.

"Now, Dagwood, I don't think Tim was really hurting Miguel, but I need to know what you saw to be sure. Can you describe it to me?"

The Dagger nodded. "He didn't have his uniform on. Miguel didn't either."

"What *were* they wearing?"

"Nothing, Doctor."

"All right, Dagwood. That's all I need to know," she said, a small smile on her face. "Dagwood, has anyone explained to you what people do when they really care for each other?"

Dagwood nodded. "They told Dagwood how real men and women make babies, and that Dagwood should not do that."

Wendy sighed, realizing that after her explanation, she'd have a lot of work to do with Dagwood, trying to undo some of what had been done to his psyche. "That's partly right, Dagwood. Later, you and I will talk about whether or not *you* should do that, okay?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"Good. Now, what's important for you to know is it's not just men and women. Sometimes two women or two men love each other very much, and when they do, they show each other physically."

"And Tim loves Miguel."

"Right. The noises you heard had nothing to do with pain, but were because they liked what they were doing. It's kind of like the noises a person makes when they're eating something good like chocolate, but it feels much, much better and so the noises are much, much louder."

Dagwood nodded in understanding. "Lucas told me that when two people love each other, they get married. Are Tim and Miguel getting married?" he asked innocently.

Wendy sighed, not liking what she now had to explain to the Dagger. "No, Dagwood. They can't get married. You see, there are a lot of people in the world that don't like people, not because of *who* they are, but for *what* they are."

"Like when people don't like Dagwood because I'm a Dagger?"

"Exactly. And there are a *lot* of people out there who don't like two men who love each other, or two women. Those people can do some really mean things to them. And even now, after we've gotten better at treating them the same as other couples, there are still too many people who think it's wrong and will do anything to keep them away."

"Dagwood, doesn't want Tim to get hurt!" Dagwood cried, concerned for his friend. "Tim is Dagwood's friend. He was always good to me."

"I know," Wendy said, laying a hand on Dagwood's arm. "That's why nobody except you and me knows about them. Will you help me keep their secret?"

"Yes, Doctor. Dagwood will not let Tim get hurt." After a pause, the Dagger looked at Wendy with curiosity. "Why did Tim tell you and not Dagwood?"

"Because he didn't tell me. I read it in Miguel's thoughts. Tim's mind is closed to me, but Miguel is so happy, his mind is practically singing."

"Ah."

"Is there anything else you'd like to ask me?"

"No. Thank you for listening, Doctor."

Dagwood slowly stood and Wendy followed, walking him to the Medbay door and unlocking it for him. "Any time. And we'll talk later about that other thing, okay?"

"Yes, Doctor. Goodbye."

Wendy closed the door behind Dagwood and leaned against it, exhaling long and loud. She thanked whatever being lived in the heavens that her conversation with the Dagger had gone better than she'd thought. A small part of her was happy that she now had someone in which to confide about her knowledge of Tim and Miguel's relationship - someone that would also be an ally should the two men be discovered and run into trouble.

She hadn't been surprised when she'd accidentally come across Miguel's thoughts about his best friend, as she'd already witnessed the easy friendship between the two men. Many times, love was simply the next step up from friendship. Unfortunately, something else that didn't surprise her were the whispers of homophobia she'd found throughout the crew. Many of them were descended from former military personnel, as she was, and though the times had changed, many lessons and prejudices continued to be passed down through the generations.

Which was why she'd vowed to protect the men's secret to the best of her abilities, as long as it didn't impair her, or their, performance on seaQuest.

Someday, she'd have to reveal to Tim and Miguel that their secret wasn't so secret after all - if only to let them know they should be more careful when scheduling their next 'rendezvous'. They were incredibly lucky it had only been Dagwood. What would have happened had it been someone else wanting to get into the control room?

With a sigh, she returned to her table and the work she'd been doing before Dagwood's arrival. At the moment, the suspicions she'd heard about Tim from some of the crew were laid to rest by his upcoming date with Henderson. Wendy knew the date was a sham, but Henderson didn't. Hopefully, Tim knew what he was doing and Lonnie wouldn't be hurt. She knew it was difficult at times to think of another's feelings when one's own safety was at risk.

Either way, at the moment, it wasn't her place to interfere. With any luck, she'd never have to.

The End - Someday Out of the Blue