Wayward astronaut John Crichton returns home after almost a decade away
from Earth, and brings his daughter. Insert your favorite disclaimer here.
Also, my only knowledge of any space program comes from re-runs of “I
Dream of Jeannie,” so don’t expect a lot of verisimilitude. Just suspend
Maine. The Crichton Family Vacation Home.
John and Katie relaxed in the hammock by the lake, picking out shapes in the clouds. Katie pointed at one. "That one looks like a DRD," she giggled.
"Hey, is it my imagination, or does that one look like our favorite Dominar?" suggested John.
"Yeah, and I think he's trying to snurch the cloud next to it!" Katie laughed again, and pointed to another cloud. "Hey - there's an ice cream cone." Katie smiled because she just had a brilliant idea. "Can we go to Baskin-Robbins? Puhleeeeeze, Daddy? I haven't had ice cream all day!"
"Well, that's only because it's 10:30 in the morning!" John laughed. "How about a swimming lesson first?"
"Oh, I'd rather have ice cream now," she said, while making 'puppy dog eyes' for her father.
"After lunch, princess."
After a short pause, Katie said "Daddy, this is better than you said it would be -- the lake, the birds, and everything. When we were in prison and you were telling me about Maine, I didn't think it really existed. I thought you were just telling me a story to keep my mind off of everything." Katie sighed contentedly.
"Well, I was telling you a story, sweetie. It just happened to be true." John smiled.
Jessica and Leslie watched from the deck. "Can you believe our big brother's a dad?" Leslie said as she cradled her own infant son, Jason.
"Hell, yeah, I can believe it - don't you remember how much he used to watch over us when Dad was away on missions?" Jessica answered. They were identical twins, but Jessica was the saltier of the two "Or how he greeted our dates at the door when he was home from college? Somehow, when Johnny met our dates, they always brought us home *long* before curfew. He's a natural at fatherhood." Leslie and Jessica were ten years younger than John, and didn't always remember his "man of the house" routine quite so fondly.
"Uncle John! Uncle John! Let's play!" Davie, Leslie's five-year-old son, yelled as he ran from the kitchen out on the deck and over to the hammock. John scooped him up into his arms before Davie could tip the hammock, and topple its occupants to the ground.
Jack and DK walked onto the deck from the kitchen, each holding one of Jessica's daughters. Jack carried Samantha, two years old, and DK carried four-year-old Susan on his shoulders. "Look at him, Jack - does he look like an ambassador to you?" DK asked as he saw his friend wrestle with his nephew and daughter.
"About as much as you look like a diplomatic attaché."
"Hey Dad, hey DK" Leslie and Jessica said at the same time. "How do you like your new job, DK?" Jessica added.
"I like anything that gives me diplomatic immunity and gets me out of interrogation," DK said quietly, as Susan pulled his hair.
"I'd like to hear the whole story of how the two of you got out of there, sometime," Leslie said.
"You'll have to ask your commando brother that. I was there and I'm still not sure I know what happened. I just followed him."
"I can't believe this lake house is now an embassy. Who would've thought it when we were growing up?" Leslie changed the topic. She didn't like hearing about her brother fighting. Johnny had always thought his way out of any situation; he never resorted to violence. Leslie thought back to Katie's first swimming lesson. Johnny had spent their first day together in Maine teaching Katie the basics. Wearing only his bathing suit, his family could see a myriad of scars on John's body, from several different types of weapons. Leslie, an MD, recognized a few knife wounds and several burns on his legs, arms, torso and back. She guessed that the burns were from pulse pistols or similar weapons. She shook her head to dispel the memory.
"Yeah, complete with surveillance equipment just outside the property line," DK said as he gave Susan back to her mother.
"You mean someone's spying on us? Who'd want to do that?" Jessica asked.
"FBI, CIA, NSA, take your pick." Jack said. "John installed some kind of dampening device, he said it will block the cameras and microphones. Try not to think about it."
Katie ran to the deck. "Can we have lunch soon? Daddy says I can't have ice cream until after lunch." Katie wanted to sit on her Granddad's lap, but Samantha was already there. Katie pouted. First she has to share Daddy with Davie, now Samantha hogs Granddad. Katieliked it better when she had Daddy and Granddad all to herself, even if they were stuck on that space station.
DK, seeing Katie's pout, lightly tugged on one of her pigtails and said "Have you ever had lobster? There's some great lobster rolls in Maine "