*See part zero/ one for disclaimers and warnings.
AUTHORS NOTE: Okay folks. Here it is-the end! Now that the fic is done, I want to remind you that all the scenarios portrayed in this fic are true to life for many teens. My question for you all is, in the future, would anyone like me to write a sequel? I know I leave many questions unanswered, but the future is vague for all of us. This would just be a stepping stone in Lucas' life. Again, I love feedback and would really appreciate knowing how I did-good or bad. =) Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the ride! And now, on with the show.
Rediscovering Lucas
Part 8
By: Victoria May
"Captain, is all of this really necessary?" Tim asked as he tugged at the hem of his dress uniform jacket.
"I'm assuming you mean this hearing and not the attire Mr. O'Neill," Nathan replied as he gave a sharp tug at his own uniform
"Yes Sir," Tim agreed.
Nathan sighed and craned his head to see around the mass of people swarming in the hallway around them. He could see the elevator Lucas would be arriving from, but there was no sign of Lucas.
"I'm afraid it is necessary Lieutenant. Lucas committed a crime and not even the UEO can keep him out of his day in court. Florida has strong juvenile laws and takes juvenile offenses quite seriously."
"Let's just hope he doesn't land time in the slammer," Ben mumbled, loud enough for the small group clad in identical UEO uniforms to hear.
Kristen gasped and leaned heavily against Nathan. "Please tell me they won't put that child in jail for something so trivial!"
Nathan put his arm around Kristen's shoulders and hugged her gently. "The court won't see it as trivial Kristen, and from what I understand, there are several charges against Lucas. But no, I don't think they will put Lucas in jail. That doesn't mean they won't take him off the SeaQuest and have him placed elsewhere. I think we have to prepare for the worst here. Lucas hasn't been on the SeaQuest very long and already he's run away twice and been picked up by the authorities twice. Not to mention our suspicions that he's been intoxicated on several occasions."
The small group fell silent as they waited outside the assigned court room. Several minutes crawled by before three men approached the closed door. Nathan caught bits of their conversation and strained to hear what they were saying.
". . . pleading no contest . . ."
". . . can reduce . . ."
" . . . are parents . . ."
". . . results of the psychological and AODA show a moderate risk . . ."
". . . possible placement in a foster setting or a long term care facility . . ."
Nathan felt a sharp jab in his ribs and tore his attention away from the men who were now disappearing through the large oak door.
"Captain, here comes Lucas," Jonathon said, as he nodded towards the elevator. Nathan focused on the far end of the long hall and turned back to Jonathon.
"Commander Ford, I don't see Lucas anywhere in this hallway. Are you sure you saw him?"
Jonathon gently took Nathan's elbow and turned the older man so he was again looking down the hall. "There," he said, pointing at the small blond boy being escorted by an armed guard.
"Lucas?" Nathan said incredulously as he focused on the tiny figure clad in a bright orange jumpsuit, oversized plastic flip-flops, and manacles about his wrists and ankles.
"Dear Lord," Kristen gasped as she too caught sight of the teen.
Lucas turned his face away as he and the guard passed them. His face was red, whether it was from embarrassment or something else was unknown.
Nathan grabbed the door before it closed and held it open while Kristen passed through. Then he too entered the court room, followed by the rest of his crew. The three men were seated at a large table at the front of the room and Lucas was led to the table as well. The guard removed the shackles and Lucas sat down next to one of the strange men.
Nathan approached the table and one of the men rose to greet him.
"Captain Bridger. Thank you for coming. I'm Assistant District Attorney Ronald Gearson. This is Ken Eberson, the social worker assigned to this case," he said nodding at the man seated at the table next to him. "Next to Mr. Wolenczeck is Robert Bradshaw, the attorney the elder Wolenczeck hired to represent his son and himself in his absence. Neither Mr. Wolenczeck or Ms. Holt will be in attendance at today's hearing. I assume you will be wanting to have an opportunity to address the court?"
"Yes, I will," Nathan agreed as Gearson gestured towards a seat slightly behind the long time table. Nathan claimed his seat and leaned forward, reaching his hand out and placing it on Lucas' arm.
"Hey kiddo. How are you doing?" he asked the still boy.
"I'm fine Sir," Lucas replied quietly, his eyes glued to his hands which sat folded in his lap.
Nathan sighed and patted the arm before sitting back in his seat.
A door at the front of the court room swung open and a gowned figure entered.
"All rise! Judge Raymond Mackner presiding."
Nathan pushed away from his seat and stood, sitting just as quickly as the judge raised his hand and motioned for them to sit.
"Be seated," he said as he climbed the bench and settled into a large chair.
Gearson opened a file in front of him and cleared his throat. "Your honor, this is case number 22JV4654. This is slotted as a plea hearing, however we're asking to include the dispositional today as well."
Judge Mackner leaned forward and adjusted a pair of wire rimmed glasses before responding. "Is everyone in agreement and ready to hear the dispositional Mr. Gearson?"
"Yes your honor. Mr. Wolenczeck is pleading no contest to all the charges and I think we would all appreciate if we could avoid another hearing."
Soft white hair and beard to match , gave the appearance of a grandfatherly gentleman. The judge pulled a thin file close and flipped open the cover. After surveying the information inside, he glanced up and focused an intense look on Lucas.
"Young man, these are serious charges for someone so young. I can not say how disappointed I am to have you here in my courtroom. From what I've read, you have remarkable potential, however I doubt that's what you want to hear right now. And frankly, that potential isn't worth a dime if you continue with these behaviors." The older man looked down once again and began to read.
"Curfew violation. Running away from the SeaQuest where you currently reside. Underage drinking. Marijuana usage. Breaking and entering. Trespassing. And criminal damage to property. That's quite a list. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Lucas stirred slightly in his chair and shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm afraid that shrugging your shoulders isn't acceptable in this court room Mr. Wolenczeck. I have a rule that no one leaves here without saying something. Of course, I'd be careful what you say; you don't want to add 'contempt of court' to your list of charges. I'll ask you again then, do you have anything to say?"
Finally lifting his head, Lucas raised his eyes and looked at the judge. "I know what I did was wrong. I'm sorry."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that much at least. Of course it doesn't come close to repairing the damage done by you and your friends." Turning his attention to Gearson, Judge Mackner continued. "What's your recommendation Mr. Gearson?"
The assistant district attorney leafed through several sheets of paper before answering. "Your honor, in light of the nature of the crimes committed by Mr. Wolenczeck and his penchant for running from the SeaQuest, it's my recommendation that Mr. Wolenczeck would be best served by a placement in a secure setting--I'm leaning towards St. Ruth's as they specialize in treating the issues that Lucas has demonstrated need to be resolved."
The judge raised an eyebrow before frowning at the A.D.A. "Please elaborate Mr. Gearson."
"Yes Sir. While in detention, Mr. Wolenczeck underwent both an AODA evaluation as well as a psychological evaluation . . ."
"Mr. Gearson, would you care to explain why a psychological evaluation was deemed necessary?" the judge interrupted.
"Ah, yes Sir. While in detention, one of the workers noticed cuts on Mr. Wolenczeck's arm. Mr. Wolenczeck claimed that he had accidentally cut himself but didn't remember when or how. However, it was the belief of the worker that the cuts were done deliberately and were self-inflicted, based on the number of cuts and the fact that there were also numerous scars indicating that this has been ongoing for quite some time. There were recent cuts on Mr. Wolenczeck's arm; the worker estimated that they were inflicted sometime in the last two to three days. Mr. Wolenczeck scored quite high on a routine depression screening and it was the worker's recommendation that Mr. Wolenczeck undergo the psychological evaluation immediately." He paused, allowing the judge time to process this new information.
"And the results of the AODA evaluation?"
"The evaluator did not believe that Mr. Wolenczeck is a candidate for AODA treatment, but did agree that he is in need of psychological counseling immediately."
"I see." The judge sat back in his chair and looked at Lucas. "Lucas. I'm sure that all of this is rather intimidating for you. Do you understand what the D.A.'s office is recommending?" After allowing Lucas time to nod, he continued. "I understand that you are in a very unique situation. You're fifteen years old, a college graduate, living on a submarine with little to no contact with your parents. You've gotten yourself into some trouble and sit here now in my courtroom without the support of your family. While I can empathize with you, I can not excuse what you have done. However, I am willing to hear other options."
Turning his attention to Lucas' attorney, he asked, "Mr. Bradshaw, what is your client asking?"
As if snapping to attention, the young Harvard bred attorney sat a little straighter and held his head high as he responded. "Your honor. I feel it would be in my client's best interest if he could be released into the custody of the UEO. Arrangements have already been made for Lucas to reside at UEO Headquarters and work on the lead technical support team. He could receive counseling at the UEO Naval Hospital, and he would of course be supervised at all times." Looking somewhat smug, as if it were a done deal, the lawyer sat back and placed an arm across the back of Lucas' chair.
"Mr. Bradshaw, if that is working in the best interests of your client, I think you need to rethink your profession. I highly doubt that the young Mr. Wolenczeck would agree with you. Did you even bother to discuss this with your client before wasting my time?" The judge's words were sharp, his look icy. "I suggest that you don't disgrace my courtroom again until you learn just who it is that you're here to represent."
Turning again to Lucas, he continued in a gentler tone. "Lucas, I'll ask you. What do you want--what do you see as fair?"
Lucas looked at the judge, his eyes wide, finally allowing a hint of his true feelings to show. "I want to live with my mom, but . . .," his face fell, "I know she won't let me. But as you said, I am a college graduate. I could get a job and find a place to live and support myself. So, I guess that I'm asking to be emancipated. Is that an option?" Lucas' face lit up at the possibility.
The judge sighed and leaned back in his chair, raising his pen to his mouth. He sat quietly for a moment, tapping the pen against his bottom lip. Finally lowering the pen, he looked at Lucas.
"While I'm glad to hear that you are aware that you have options Lucas, I can not award you emancipation in light of your current actions. You are intelligent, you are educated, but you still have a bit of growing up to do. I'm sorry," he added, seeing Lucas' crestfallen face. "Is there another option you would like considered?"
Lucas crossed his thin arms across his chest and turned his face away from the judge. "Just do whatever you want. It doesn't matter. I don't care." Lucas' words were angry; his voice quivering slightly as he spoke.
Nathan could feel his own chest tightening as the hearing progressed. How dare those ignorant excuses for parents put their child through this! Lucas was as unwanted and neglected as yesterday's garbage and Nathan was fuming. It was no wonder Lucas had begun to act out--his desperate pleas for help growing more reckless and despondent as his despair multiplied. It was painfully obvious that the boy's parents had no desire to pursue any sort of relationship with Lucas. He had been bounced back and forth between them until one day he found himself alone and abandoned. What sort of damage had that done? How had Lucas ever developed as far as he had with no one to love him, to encourage him, to tell him that he was worth something? And now, Lucas sat perched on the edge of the abyss once again--his future unknown, his fate being determined by strangers.
Nathan could sit quietly no longer. Clearing his throat, he tore his gaze away from Lucas and focused on the judge. "Your honor, I'd like to speak if you would allow me."
Judge Mackner looked relieved as the UEO captain spoke up. "Captain Bridger, correct?"
"Yes your honor."
"Thank you for attending this hearing Captain. I'm quite interested in what you have to say. Mr. Wolenczeck has been on the SeaQuest for five months now?"
Nathan nodded, "That's correct."
"Were you aware that Mr. Wolenczeck has been cutting himself and engaging in drug usage?"
Nathan rubbed his face with his hand, pausing only to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I had no idea that Lucas was hurting himself. I would have stopped it if I had known. I would have encouraged him to talk to me or any of my crew. I know Lucas has developed friendships with several members of my crew. I just assumed that if he wasn't talking to me, that he was talking to someone. Lucas is very good at hiding behind smiles and laughter. A bad mood one day turned into apologies and endless energy the next. I swear that I had no idea what Lucas was feeling. I know it wasn't his first choice, but I thought he had finally settled down and was happy on the SeaQuest--that he liked being a part of the crew."
Noting Nathan's guilt ridden expression, the judge addressed him, "Captain, you're not to blame here. Five months is not a long time. Lucas is intelligent and I suspect has had a bit of experience putting on the perfect persona. If you didn't know that Lucas was harming himself, it is because Lucas didn't want you to know. From the number of officers in my court room today, I'd say that Lucas has developed a support system whether he realizes it or not. You can reach out and offer that support, but Lucas has to be willing to accept it. Given what I know of Lucas' history, I'm not surprised that he hasn't given you his trust."
Turning his attention back to Lucas, Judge Mackner continued, "Lucas. I know you think that you are out of options. But I can think of one option that I believe would benefit you the most. If Captain Bridger would agree to it, would you object to returning to the SeaQuest? I know you're probably thinking that I'm just sending you back to the very place you'd been banished to. That's not what I believe though. I'm looking out into a court room full of people who obviously care about you enough to come here today and support you. Captain Bridger said you had made several friends amongst the crew. I have a feeling most of those friends are in my court room today. You must have made quiet the impression young man to rally so much support. I don't think these folks are here because they intend on giving up on you. Quite the opposite I'd guess. So I ask you, are you willing to return to the SeaQuest and accept their support and friendship, or should I consider the options that have already been discussed?"
Lucas looked at the older man who leaned across his bench, his hands folded neatly in front of him. The man's eyes were wise and gentle and Lucas was comforted by the warmth that those eyes held. This was a man who could be trusted, wasn't he? He wasn't judging Lucas; he wasn't casting aside Lucas' needs and wants. He sincerely wanted to do what was best for Lucas, and for that, Lucas was grateful. The feelings that raged inside the small teen's body were unfamiliar to Lucas. A desperate need to trust, to believe this man's words trickled through Lucas' thoughts. For the first time in years, Lucas felt safe. But was it this astute man in front of him, or what he offered to Lucas that incited these feelings?
Lucas grasped the table in front of him and slowly turned his head to look behind him. The captain's concerned face was the first thing he saw. Extending his focus out, he felt his eyes begin to tear as Kristen smiled gently at him as she wiped her own eyes. Next to her, Tim grasped the small cross that permanently hung from his neck and indicated to Lucas that he was praying for him. Jonathon gave an encouraging smile while Ben flipped him a thumbs up and winked at him. He was wanted. Despite everything that he had done, these people--his friends, still wanted him.
Suddenly overcome by his own emotions, Lucas quickly turned away. Was this too good to be true? Lucas knew that these were good people, but everyone had their limits. He had already pushed the envelope as far as he thought he could push. They seem to want him to return with them, but for how long? How long until they decide they don't have the time for him? How long until he found himself alone again? Was it worth the pain that would come when the inevitable occurred? As Lucas battled these conflicting thoughts, a gentle voice broke through.
"We won't abandon you Lucas. I won't abandon you. You have my word."
Lucas slumped in his chair as Nathan's words settled over him. The decision had been made. Raising his eyes to the judge, the myriad of emotions that shown forth foreshadowed the words that followed.
"I would like to return to the SeaQuest your honor."
Looking towards the three men seated at the table around Lucas, the judge inquired, "Are there any objections to this arrangement gentleman?" When no objections came, he continued, "Mr. Wolenczeck, I am releasing you into the care of Captain Bridger of the SeaQuest. I am ordering that you participate in counseling sessions with the SeaQuest's counselor." Pausing momentarily, he asked Nathan, "Am I assuming correctly that you do indeed have an onboard counselor?"
"Yes your honor," Nathan answered.
"In light of your charges, I am adjudicating you delinquent, hereby placing you under court supervision for the next twelve months. Any further charges Mr. Wolenczeck, and I will be forced to amend my ruling and agree with Mr. Gearson's recommendation for placement at St. Ruth's Residential Treatment Facility. You are to follow the rules of supervision put forth by this court as well as any and all rules determined by Captain Bridger and Mr. Eberson, your social worker. You and Captain Bridger are to check in weekly with Mr. Eberson and update him on how you are doing. Mr. Eberson, in turn, will update me of your progress. Let me make one thing clear right now--I do not want to see you back in my court until one year from today, at which point I would be happy to reconsider your request for emancipation."
Turning to Lucas' attorney, he continued, "Mr. Bradshaw. Please note that Lucas Wolenczeck's placement on the SeaQuest is now by order of the court, and can not be changed without my express permission. Is this clear?" he asked the young attorney.
"Yes your honor, very clear."
Judge Mackner looked at Lucas again. "The amount of damage you and your friends did to that house, totaled an estimated twelve thousand dollars. You Mr. Wolenczeck, will work on the SeaQuest for a fair wage for someone of your age and education and will make regular restitution payments totaling twelve hundred dollars. In addition, I am ordering one hundred hours of community service. Understandably, you will not be able to leave the SeaQuest to complete these hours, but I am sure that Captain Bridger can make suitable arrangements aboard the SeaQuest. However, I will require that the hours worked be outside your area of expertise. In other words, find something other than computer work for young Wolenczeck please. I don't think it will hurt him to experience something new."
Glancing around the courtroom he asked, "Are there any other comments or questions?" A few heads shook quietly and the judge went on. "Very well, this proceeding is now closed. Mr. Wolenczeck, good luck. You are hereby released into Captain Bridger's custody."
Lucas slowly stood, overwhelmed by all that had happened in the short span of forty minutes. He felt strong arms pull him into an embrace. The tension, the fear, the worries all seemed to melt away in the safety of Nathan's arms. He was wanted, and nobody could take this away from him.
Lifting his head slightly, he asked, "Can we go home now?"
Nathan squeezed him tightly once more before releasing him. "That sounds like a great idea Lucas." With an arm around the boy's shoulders, Nathan led him out of the courtroom. "You do realize that we are going to have a long talk once we get back on the SeaQuest."
Lucas nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I know kiddo, I know."
Lucas was pulled away and found himself being clapped on the back and hugged by several more sets of arms. He smiled as he stood surrounded by his friends. Seeing Eberson leaving the courtroom, he called out,
"Mr. Eberson! Could I speak to you for a minute please?"
The SeaQuest crew exchanged confused looks as Lucas disappeared into an empty room with his social worker. Twenty minutes later, Lucas re-emerged and shook hands with Eberson.
"Lucas, thank you for telling me this. I'll see what we can do for your friend. Of course, she has to be willing to report the abuse before we can take action. You're a good friend to take this step Lucas. Of course, I won't be able to tell you what, if anything, comes of this, but I will encourage Sarah to keep in contact with you. Goodbye," he said, nodding to the UEO officers as he passed.
"Let's go kiddo," Nathan said as he put his arm around Lucas' shoulders.
*****
" . . . and I'm almost done paying off the restitution. I still have over seventy hours of community service to complete though," Lucas said to the vidscreen.
Peering back at Lucas, Sarah laughed. "I can totally imagine you peeling potatoes and washing dishes Lucas. At least you're not scrubbing graffiti off walls. Who would have thought that artists could cause so much trouble?"
Lucas' grin slipped and he looked down. "Are you mad at me?" he asked.
Sarah put her hand against the vidscreen and sighed. "Lucas, I am so not mad at you. If it weren't for you, I'd still be locking my door at night, praying that my dad wouldn't pick that night to come in. That for once, I could go to sleep without being afraid. If you hadn't said anything Lucas, I don't think I would have ever told anyone that my dad was molesting me. But you did, and I did, and now I'm here."
Lucas smiled. "So what's it like on the Muse Colony?"
"Oh, you know--loud, colorful, energetic. What do you expect from a colony full of artists? I'm just glad that the Faulkner Literary School accepted me on such short notice. Can you believe it? Me--a writer! This is just so exciting."
"You deserve it Sarah." Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Lucas asked, "So, what do you think happened to Rae?"
Sarah's eyes grew wide. "You don't know? I would have thought that Biff had told you."
Lucas shook his head. "He didn't seem to want to talk about her. I think he was still pretty upset that he was given such a large fine. He shouldn't complain though. He could have gone to jail. I can't believe they charged him as an adult."
"Yeah, he should count his blessings. Rae is in jail. They charged her with possession of an illegal substance, providing alcohol to minors, and get this--the corruption of minors! Isn't that a hoot?" Sarah laughed. Her giggles finally quieting, she noticed that Lucas was staring off into space.
"Lucas? What's the matter?"
Lucas shook his head and looked back at his vidscreen and smiled. "Nothing. I was just thinking. No biggie." He didn't tell her just how close Rae had actually come to corrupting him. He'd felt relief when he heard Rae was in jail. Relief that, at least for awhile, he was free from her lustful looks and straying hands. Yeah, he wanted to have sex. The irrational fear that he would stay a virgin the rest of his life haunted him and Rae's advances were hard to ignore. But he wanted his first time to mean more than a quick roll in the hay with someone like Rae.
"So I'll see you in a month when we dock at the Muse Colony?" he asked, pulling his attention back to Sarah.
"I miss you Lucas. I can't wait to see you. How's your therapy going? You aren't . . . you know, cutting yourself again are you?" Sarah asked quietly.
Lucas sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"Lucas!" Sarah exclaimed, looking at him with a mixture of concern and anger.
"It's hard Sarah! It's not something that I can just shut off. But I'm trying, you know? And I tell my therapist and Nathan when I do it. Not like before. They don't make a big deal out of it. And there have been times when I would have cut myself, but talked to someone instead. I'm just not ready to let it go completely. Don't be disappointed Sarah, please," Lucas pleaded.
Sarah's expression softened as she looked at her friend. "I'm not disappointed Lucas. I just worry about you." She fell silent and ran a finger down Lucas' face in front of her. "I care about you."
Lucas reached out and put his hand over Sarah's. "I care about you too. I won't do anything to mess up seeing you. I promise."
Sarah looked over her shoulder. "I have to go Lucas. It's time for dinner. Take care of yourself, okay?"
"I will," Lucas promised before the screen went dark. "I will."
-End
AUTHORS NOTE: Okay folks. Here it is-the end! Now that the fic is done, I want to remind you that all the scenarios portrayed in this fic are true to life for many teens. My question for you all is, in the future, would anyone like me to write a sequel? I know I leave many questions unanswered, but the future is vague for all of us. This would just be a stepping stone in Lucas' life. Again, I love feedback and would really appreciate knowing how I did-good or bad. =) Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed the ride! And now, on with the show.
Rediscovering Lucas
Part 8
By: Victoria May
"Captain, is all of this really necessary?" Tim asked as he tugged at the hem of his dress uniform jacket.
"I'm assuming you mean this hearing and not the attire Mr. O'Neill," Nathan replied as he gave a sharp tug at his own uniform
"Yes Sir," Tim agreed.
Nathan sighed and craned his head to see around the mass of people swarming in the hallway around them. He could see the elevator Lucas would be arriving from, but there was no sign of Lucas.
"I'm afraid it is necessary Lieutenant. Lucas committed a crime and not even the UEO can keep him out of his day in court. Florida has strong juvenile laws and takes juvenile offenses quite seriously."
"Let's just hope he doesn't land time in the slammer," Ben mumbled, loud enough for the small group clad in identical UEO uniforms to hear.
Kristen gasped and leaned heavily against Nathan. "Please tell me they won't put that child in jail for something so trivial!"
Nathan put his arm around Kristen's shoulders and hugged her gently. "The court won't see it as trivial Kristen, and from what I understand, there are several charges against Lucas. But no, I don't think they will put Lucas in jail. That doesn't mean they won't take him off the SeaQuest and have him placed elsewhere. I think we have to prepare for the worst here. Lucas hasn't been on the SeaQuest very long and already he's run away twice and been picked up by the authorities twice. Not to mention our suspicions that he's been intoxicated on several occasions."
The small group fell silent as they waited outside the assigned court room. Several minutes crawled by before three men approached the closed door. Nathan caught bits of their conversation and strained to hear what they were saying.
". . . pleading no contest . . ."
". . . can reduce . . ."
" . . . are parents . . ."
". . . results of the psychological and AODA show a moderate risk . . ."
". . . possible placement in a foster setting or a long term care facility . . ."
Nathan felt a sharp jab in his ribs and tore his attention away from the men who were now disappearing through the large oak door.
"Captain, here comes Lucas," Jonathon said, as he nodded towards the elevator. Nathan focused on the far end of the long hall and turned back to Jonathon.
"Commander Ford, I don't see Lucas anywhere in this hallway. Are you sure you saw him?"
Jonathon gently took Nathan's elbow and turned the older man so he was again looking down the hall. "There," he said, pointing at the small blond boy being escorted by an armed guard.
"Lucas?" Nathan said incredulously as he focused on the tiny figure clad in a bright orange jumpsuit, oversized plastic flip-flops, and manacles about his wrists and ankles.
"Dear Lord," Kristen gasped as she too caught sight of the teen.
Lucas turned his face away as he and the guard passed them. His face was red, whether it was from embarrassment or something else was unknown.
Nathan grabbed the door before it closed and held it open while Kristen passed through. Then he too entered the court room, followed by the rest of his crew. The three men were seated at a large table at the front of the room and Lucas was led to the table as well. The guard removed the shackles and Lucas sat down next to one of the strange men.
Nathan approached the table and one of the men rose to greet him.
"Captain Bridger. Thank you for coming. I'm Assistant District Attorney Ronald Gearson. This is Ken Eberson, the social worker assigned to this case," he said nodding at the man seated at the table next to him. "Next to Mr. Wolenczeck is Robert Bradshaw, the attorney the elder Wolenczeck hired to represent his son and himself in his absence. Neither Mr. Wolenczeck or Ms. Holt will be in attendance at today's hearing. I assume you will be wanting to have an opportunity to address the court?"
"Yes, I will," Nathan agreed as Gearson gestured towards a seat slightly behind the long time table. Nathan claimed his seat and leaned forward, reaching his hand out and placing it on Lucas' arm.
"Hey kiddo. How are you doing?" he asked the still boy.
"I'm fine Sir," Lucas replied quietly, his eyes glued to his hands which sat folded in his lap.
Nathan sighed and patted the arm before sitting back in his seat.
A door at the front of the court room swung open and a gowned figure entered.
"All rise! Judge Raymond Mackner presiding."
Nathan pushed away from his seat and stood, sitting just as quickly as the judge raised his hand and motioned for them to sit.
"Be seated," he said as he climbed the bench and settled into a large chair.
Gearson opened a file in front of him and cleared his throat. "Your honor, this is case number 22JV4654. This is slotted as a plea hearing, however we're asking to include the dispositional today as well."
Judge Mackner leaned forward and adjusted a pair of wire rimmed glasses before responding. "Is everyone in agreement and ready to hear the dispositional Mr. Gearson?"
"Yes your honor. Mr. Wolenczeck is pleading no contest to all the charges and I think we would all appreciate if we could avoid another hearing."
Soft white hair and beard to match , gave the appearance of a grandfatherly gentleman. The judge pulled a thin file close and flipped open the cover. After surveying the information inside, he glanced up and focused an intense look on Lucas.
"Young man, these are serious charges for someone so young. I can not say how disappointed I am to have you here in my courtroom. From what I've read, you have remarkable potential, however I doubt that's what you want to hear right now. And frankly, that potential isn't worth a dime if you continue with these behaviors." The older man looked down once again and began to read.
"Curfew violation. Running away from the SeaQuest where you currently reside. Underage drinking. Marijuana usage. Breaking and entering. Trespassing. And criminal damage to property. That's quite a list. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Lucas stirred slightly in his chair and shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm afraid that shrugging your shoulders isn't acceptable in this court room Mr. Wolenczeck. I have a rule that no one leaves here without saying something. Of course, I'd be careful what you say; you don't want to add 'contempt of court' to your list of charges. I'll ask you again then, do you have anything to say?"
Finally lifting his head, Lucas raised his eyes and looked at the judge. "I know what I did was wrong. I'm sorry."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that much at least. Of course it doesn't come close to repairing the damage done by you and your friends." Turning his attention to Gearson, Judge Mackner continued. "What's your recommendation Mr. Gearson?"
The assistant district attorney leafed through several sheets of paper before answering. "Your honor, in light of the nature of the crimes committed by Mr. Wolenczeck and his penchant for running from the SeaQuest, it's my recommendation that Mr. Wolenczeck would be best served by a placement in a secure setting--I'm leaning towards St. Ruth's as they specialize in treating the issues that Lucas has demonstrated need to be resolved."
The judge raised an eyebrow before frowning at the A.D.A. "Please elaborate Mr. Gearson."
"Yes Sir. While in detention, Mr. Wolenczeck underwent both an AODA evaluation as well as a psychological evaluation . . ."
"Mr. Gearson, would you care to explain why a psychological evaluation was deemed necessary?" the judge interrupted.
"Ah, yes Sir. While in detention, one of the workers noticed cuts on Mr. Wolenczeck's arm. Mr. Wolenczeck claimed that he had accidentally cut himself but didn't remember when or how. However, it was the belief of the worker that the cuts were done deliberately and were self-inflicted, based on the number of cuts and the fact that there were also numerous scars indicating that this has been ongoing for quite some time. There were recent cuts on Mr. Wolenczeck's arm; the worker estimated that they were inflicted sometime in the last two to three days. Mr. Wolenczeck scored quite high on a routine depression screening and it was the worker's recommendation that Mr. Wolenczeck undergo the psychological evaluation immediately." He paused, allowing the judge time to process this new information.
"And the results of the AODA evaluation?"
"The evaluator did not believe that Mr. Wolenczeck is a candidate for AODA treatment, but did agree that he is in need of psychological counseling immediately."
"I see." The judge sat back in his chair and looked at Lucas. "Lucas. I'm sure that all of this is rather intimidating for you. Do you understand what the D.A.'s office is recommending?" After allowing Lucas time to nod, he continued. "I understand that you are in a very unique situation. You're fifteen years old, a college graduate, living on a submarine with little to no contact with your parents. You've gotten yourself into some trouble and sit here now in my courtroom without the support of your family. While I can empathize with you, I can not excuse what you have done. However, I am willing to hear other options."
Turning his attention to Lucas' attorney, he asked, "Mr. Bradshaw, what is your client asking?"
As if snapping to attention, the young Harvard bred attorney sat a little straighter and held his head high as he responded. "Your honor. I feel it would be in my client's best interest if he could be released into the custody of the UEO. Arrangements have already been made for Lucas to reside at UEO Headquarters and work on the lead technical support team. He could receive counseling at the UEO Naval Hospital, and he would of course be supervised at all times." Looking somewhat smug, as if it were a done deal, the lawyer sat back and placed an arm across the back of Lucas' chair.
"Mr. Bradshaw, if that is working in the best interests of your client, I think you need to rethink your profession. I highly doubt that the young Mr. Wolenczeck would agree with you. Did you even bother to discuss this with your client before wasting my time?" The judge's words were sharp, his look icy. "I suggest that you don't disgrace my courtroom again until you learn just who it is that you're here to represent."
Turning again to Lucas, he continued in a gentler tone. "Lucas, I'll ask you. What do you want--what do you see as fair?"
Lucas looked at the judge, his eyes wide, finally allowing a hint of his true feelings to show. "I want to live with my mom, but . . .," his face fell, "I know she won't let me. But as you said, I am a college graduate. I could get a job and find a place to live and support myself. So, I guess that I'm asking to be emancipated. Is that an option?" Lucas' face lit up at the possibility.
The judge sighed and leaned back in his chair, raising his pen to his mouth. He sat quietly for a moment, tapping the pen against his bottom lip. Finally lowering the pen, he looked at Lucas.
"While I'm glad to hear that you are aware that you have options Lucas, I can not award you emancipation in light of your current actions. You are intelligent, you are educated, but you still have a bit of growing up to do. I'm sorry," he added, seeing Lucas' crestfallen face. "Is there another option you would like considered?"
Lucas crossed his thin arms across his chest and turned his face away from the judge. "Just do whatever you want. It doesn't matter. I don't care." Lucas' words were angry; his voice quivering slightly as he spoke.
Nathan could feel his own chest tightening as the hearing progressed. How dare those ignorant excuses for parents put their child through this! Lucas was as unwanted and neglected as yesterday's garbage and Nathan was fuming. It was no wonder Lucas had begun to act out--his desperate pleas for help growing more reckless and despondent as his despair multiplied. It was painfully obvious that the boy's parents had no desire to pursue any sort of relationship with Lucas. He had been bounced back and forth between them until one day he found himself alone and abandoned. What sort of damage had that done? How had Lucas ever developed as far as he had with no one to love him, to encourage him, to tell him that he was worth something? And now, Lucas sat perched on the edge of the abyss once again--his future unknown, his fate being determined by strangers.
Nathan could sit quietly no longer. Clearing his throat, he tore his gaze away from Lucas and focused on the judge. "Your honor, I'd like to speak if you would allow me."
Judge Mackner looked relieved as the UEO captain spoke up. "Captain Bridger, correct?"
"Yes your honor."
"Thank you for attending this hearing Captain. I'm quite interested in what you have to say. Mr. Wolenczeck has been on the SeaQuest for five months now?"
Nathan nodded, "That's correct."
"Were you aware that Mr. Wolenczeck has been cutting himself and engaging in drug usage?"
Nathan rubbed his face with his hand, pausing only to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I had no idea that Lucas was hurting himself. I would have stopped it if I had known. I would have encouraged him to talk to me or any of my crew. I know Lucas has developed friendships with several members of my crew. I just assumed that if he wasn't talking to me, that he was talking to someone. Lucas is very good at hiding behind smiles and laughter. A bad mood one day turned into apologies and endless energy the next. I swear that I had no idea what Lucas was feeling. I know it wasn't his first choice, but I thought he had finally settled down and was happy on the SeaQuest--that he liked being a part of the crew."
Noting Nathan's guilt ridden expression, the judge addressed him, "Captain, you're not to blame here. Five months is not a long time. Lucas is intelligent and I suspect has had a bit of experience putting on the perfect persona. If you didn't know that Lucas was harming himself, it is because Lucas didn't want you to know. From the number of officers in my court room today, I'd say that Lucas has developed a support system whether he realizes it or not. You can reach out and offer that support, but Lucas has to be willing to accept it. Given what I know of Lucas' history, I'm not surprised that he hasn't given you his trust."
Turning his attention back to Lucas, Judge Mackner continued, "Lucas. I know you think that you are out of options. But I can think of one option that I believe would benefit you the most. If Captain Bridger would agree to it, would you object to returning to the SeaQuest? I know you're probably thinking that I'm just sending you back to the very place you'd been banished to. That's not what I believe though. I'm looking out into a court room full of people who obviously care about you enough to come here today and support you. Captain Bridger said you had made several friends amongst the crew. I have a feeling most of those friends are in my court room today. You must have made quiet the impression young man to rally so much support. I don't think these folks are here because they intend on giving up on you. Quite the opposite I'd guess. So I ask you, are you willing to return to the SeaQuest and accept their support and friendship, or should I consider the options that have already been discussed?"
Lucas looked at the older man who leaned across his bench, his hands folded neatly in front of him. The man's eyes were wise and gentle and Lucas was comforted by the warmth that those eyes held. This was a man who could be trusted, wasn't he? He wasn't judging Lucas; he wasn't casting aside Lucas' needs and wants. He sincerely wanted to do what was best for Lucas, and for that, Lucas was grateful. The feelings that raged inside the small teen's body were unfamiliar to Lucas. A desperate need to trust, to believe this man's words trickled through Lucas' thoughts. For the first time in years, Lucas felt safe. But was it this astute man in front of him, or what he offered to Lucas that incited these feelings?
Lucas grasped the table in front of him and slowly turned his head to look behind him. The captain's concerned face was the first thing he saw. Extending his focus out, he felt his eyes begin to tear as Kristen smiled gently at him as she wiped her own eyes. Next to her, Tim grasped the small cross that permanently hung from his neck and indicated to Lucas that he was praying for him. Jonathon gave an encouraging smile while Ben flipped him a thumbs up and winked at him. He was wanted. Despite everything that he had done, these people--his friends, still wanted him.
Suddenly overcome by his own emotions, Lucas quickly turned away. Was this too good to be true? Lucas knew that these were good people, but everyone had their limits. He had already pushed the envelope as far as he thought he could push. They seem to want him to return with them, but for how long? How long until they decide they don't have the time for him? How long until he found himself alone again? Was it worth the pain that would come when the inevitable occurred? As Lucas battled these conflicting thoughts, a gentle voice broke through.
"We won't abandon you Lucas. I won't abandon you. You have my word."
Lucas slumped in his chair as Nathan's words settled over him. The decision had been made. Raising his eyes to the judge, the myriad of emotions that shown forth foreshadowed the words that followed.
"I would like to return to the SeaQuest your honor."
Looking towards the three men seated at the table around Lucas, the judge inquired, "Are there any objections to this arrangement gentleman?" When no objections came, he continued, "Mr. Wolenczeck, I am releasing you into the care of Captain Bridger of the SeaQuest. I am ordering that you participate in counseling sessions with the SeaQuest's counselor." Pausing momentarily, he asked Nathan, "Am I assuming correctly that you do indeed have an onboard counselor?"
"Yes your honor," Nathan answered.
"In light of your charges, I am adjudicating you delinquent, hereby placing you under court supervision for the next twelve months. Any further charges Mr. Wolenczeck, and I will be forced to amend my ruling and agree with Mr. Gearson's recommendation for placement at St. Ruth's Residential Treatment Facility. You are to follow the rules of supervision put forth by this court as well as any and all rules determined by Captain Bridger and Mr. Eberson, your social worker. You and Captain Bridger are to check in weekly with Mr. Eberson and update him on how you are doing. Mr. Eberson, in turn, will update me of your progress. Let me make one thing clear right now--I do not want to see you back in my court until one year from today, at which point I would be happy to reconsider your request for emancipation."
Turning to Lucas' attorney, he continued, "Mr. Bradshaw. Please note that Lucas Wolenczeck's placement on the SeaQuest is now by order of the court, and can not be changed without my express permission. Is this clear?" he asked the young attorney.
"Yes your honor, very clear."
Judge Mackner looked at Lucas again. "The amount of damage you and your friends did to that house, totaled an estimated twelve thousand dollars. You Mr. Wolenczeck, will work on the SeaQuest for a fair wage for someone of your age and education and will make regular restitution payments totaling twelve hundred dollars. In addition, I am ordering one hundred hours of community service. Understandably, you will not be able to leave the SeaQuest to complete these hours, but I am sure that Captain Bridger can make suitable arrangements aboard the SeaQuest. However, I will require that the hours worked be outside your area of expertise. In other words, find something other than computer work for young Wolenczeck please. I don't think it will hurt him to experience something new."
Glancing around the courtroom he asked, "Are there any other comments or questions?" A few heads shook quietly and the judge went on. "Very well, this proceeding is now closed. Mr. Wolenczeck, good luck. You are hereby released into Captain Bridger's custody."
Lucas slowly stood, overwhelmed by all that had happened in the short span of forty minutes. He felt strong arms pull him into an embrace. The tension, the fear, the worries all seemed to melt away in the safety of Nathan's arms. He was wanted, and nobody could take this away from him.
Lifting his head slightly, he asked, "Can we go home now?"
Nathan squeezed him tightly once more before releasing him. "That sounds like a great idea Lucas." With an arm around the boy's shoulders, Nathan led him out of the courtroom. "You do realize that we are going to have a long talk once we get back on the SeaQuest."
Lucas nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I know kiddo, I know."
Lucas was pulled away and found himself being clapped on the back and hugged by several more sets of arms. He smiled as he stood surrounded by his friends. Seeing Eberson leaving the courtroom, he called out,
"Mr. Eberson! Could I speak to you for a minute please?"
The SeaQuest crew exchanged confused looks as Lucas disappeared into an empty room with his social worker. Twenty minutes later, Lucas re-emerged and shook hands with Eberson.
"Lucas, thank you for telling me this. I'll see what we can do for your friend. Of course, she has to be willing to report the abuse before we can take action. You're a good friend to take this step Lucas. Of course, I won't be able to tell you what, if anything, comes of this, but I will encourage Sarah to keep in contact with you. Goodbye," he said, nodding to the UEO officers as he passed.
"Let's go kiddo," Nathan said as he put his arm around Lucas' shoulders.
*****
" . . . and I'm almost done paying off the restitution. I still have over seventy hours of community service to complete though," Lucas said to the vidscreen.
Peering back at Lucas, Sarah laughed. "I can totally imagine you peeling potatoes and washing dishes Lucas. At least you're not scrubbing graffiti off walls. Who would have thought that artists could cause so much trouble?"
Lucas' grin slipped and he looked down. "Are you mad at me?" he asked.
Sarah put her hand against the vidscreen and sighed. "Lucas, I am so not mad at you. If it weren't for you, I'd still be locking my door at night, praying that my dad wouldn't pick that night to come in. That for once, I could go to sleep without being afraid. If you hadn't said anything Lucas, I don't think I would have ever told anyone that my dad was molesting me. But you did, and I did, and now I'm here."
Lucas smiled. "So what's it like on the Muse Colony?"
"Oh, you know--loud, colorful, energetic. What do you expect from a colony full of artists? I'm just glad that the Faulkner Literary School accepted me on such short notice. Can you believe it? Me--a writer! This is just so exciting."
"You deserve it Sarah." Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Lucas asked, "So, what do you think happened to Rae?"
Sarah's eyes grew wide. "You don't know? I would have thought that Biff had told you."
Lucas shook his head. "He didn't seem to want to talk about her. I think he was still pretty upset that he was given such a large fine. He shouldn't complain though. He could have gone to jail. I can't believe they charged him as an adult."
"Yeah, he should count his blessings. Rae is in jail. They charged her with possession of an illegal substance, providing alcohol to minors, and get this--the corruption of minors! Isn't that a hoot?" Sarah laughed. Her giggles finally quieting, she noticed that Lucas was staring off into space.
"Lucas? What's the matter?"
Lucas shook his head and looked back at his vidscreen and smiled. "Nothing. I was just thinking. No biggie." He didn't tell her just how close Rae had actually come to corrupting him. He'd felt relief when he heard Rae was in jail. Relief that, at least for awhile, he was free from her lustful looks and straying hands. Yeah, he wanted to have sex. The irrational fear that he would stay a virgin the rest of his life haunted him and Rae's advances were hard to ignore. But he wanted his first time to mean more than a quick roll in the hay with someone like Rae.
"So I'll see you in a month when we dock at the Muse Colony?" he asked, pulling his attention back to Sarah.
"I miss you Lucas. I can't wait to see you. How's your therapy going? You aren't . . . you know, cutting yourself again are you?" Sarah asked quietly.
Lucas sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"Lucas!" Sarah exclaimed, looking at him with a mixture of concern and anger.
"It's hard Sarah! It's not something that I can just shut off. But I'm trying, you know? And I tell my therapist and Nathan when I do it. Not like before. They don't make a big deal out of it. And there have been times when I would have cut myself, but talked to someone instead. I'm just not ready to let it go completely. Don't be disappointed Sarah, please," Lucas pleaded.
Sarah's expression softened as she looked at her friend. "I'm not disappointed Lucas. I just worry about you." She fell silent and ran a finger down Lucas' face in front of her. "I care about you."
Lucas reached out and put his hand over Sarah's. "I care about you too. I won't do anything to mess up seeing you. I promise."
Sarah looked over her shoulder. "I have to go Lucas. It's time for dinner. Take care of yourself, okay?"
"I will," Lucas promised before the screen went dark. "I will."
-End