AUTHOR'S NOTE: Omigosh!!! I did it!! The first part of my first fan fiction story is done!!!! WOW!!! *bows to the applause* Anyways, to be compleatly honest this isn't much longer than the snippet i sent out. I know, I know, every muse from here to Timbuktu is gonna be after me, but (yes there's a but!!!) this is Tuesday, so hold onto your leashes (or whatever it is to hold your muses down) and the seconde part should be up by tomorrow!!! Oh yeah, if anyone wants to archive this, just ask, and chances are really really really high that i will say yes. Ok lets get on to the story.

OK, this is my first time ever writing any type of fan fiction. Send all comments, flames, and death threats to Lukeskywat@aol.com Now time for the boring (but necessary) part:

Disclaimer: I don't own them, never have, never will (but a want to!!!!), and if you sue me you will get 33 cents, and then you can go buy a stamp. Oh the joys of suing an ELF! And now, on with the show!

THE PAST DOES REPEAT ITSELF

By>br>Estey

"Red Alert, all hands to their stations, Red Alert" came the blaring announcement at 1:30 a.m. Lucas Wolenczak sat straight up, startled, and hit his head. "Owwww" but leapt up grabbed his clothes that he had discarded three hours earlier and struggled into them. He ran to the bridge, still pulling his over shirt on, and managed to smack into Chief Crocker. The Chief grunted, barley acknowledging the interruption, and kept walking.

Looking quickly around, Lucas located Captain Bridger and started to walk over to him, wondering what the heck was going on. Suddenly Lt. O'Neil called out, "Captain, I'm getting an incoming signal from the hostile ship."

"On screen Lt." Lucas, confused as ever, was stopped in his tracks as the Vid-Link came to life with the picture of an all to familiar face, and the words that came with that face were, also, all to familiar.

"Captain, I want Lucas Wolenczak, and I want him now. I am giving you five minuets to decide if you wish to keep your boat or the boy." The Vid-Link closed down, but Lucas was still frozen in his place.

"Captain, their torpedo tubes are open and flooded," reported Commander Ford.

"Sir, I'm getting a reading of high radio activity near the ship. I think they have nuclear warheads on board!!" Chief Ortiz exclaimed. "They could blow half of the UEO navy away and not break a sweat!!" Almost at once everyone looked from Chief Ortiz, to Captain Bridger, to Lucas.

Lucas was absolutely white. He was shaking, and it looked as though he might faint with the fright he was having. Slowly the Captain reached up and touched Lucas' shoulder, Lucas, in turn, screamed and ran from the bridge.

Bridger was utterly confused by what had happened, he didn't understand why someone wanted Lucas enough to kill 250, nor why Lucas was obviously so scared of this person. He needed answers, but he knew that it wouldn't be easy to get those answers. The teenager could be terribly stubborn when he wanted to be. It looked like he was in for one long conversation, or perhaps if the terrorist followed though with his threat, only a five minuet one.

part two soon

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