Resent-date: Wed, 26 Nov 1997 00:43:13 -0600 (CST) Date: Tue, 25 Nov 1997 15:34:28 -0500 (EST) Resent-from: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org From: DagPiccolo@aol.com Subject: (sQ-ff) (sq-ff) The Famous Piccolo Smile (1/1) Resent-sender: seaQuest-ff-request@escapenet.org To: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org Reply-to: seaQuest-ff@escapenet.org X-Mailing-List: archive/latest/487 X-Loop: seaQuest-ff@stgenesis.org Okay guys the story is seaQuest, but I am also including a poem I wrote that is not. It's the second poem I have ever written so don't be to harsh with it. I wrote the poem last night and the story this morning. Okay this story is the work of Tammy M Nezol. The characters belong to Amblin Entertainment, including Anjie and Rose whom we saw in the episode "Sincerest Form of Flattery". However other characters that are not crew of the seaQuest or Rose and Anjie do belong to me. This is dedicated to Katherine who died by overdosing on November 24, 1997; and to all her friends who I know will miss her. Both the story and the poem are a way of helping me understand why and get passed the death. While I never did know Katherine personally, her friends were good friends of mine. I heard many stories about her, and while I can't explain it her death has affected me as well. The poem and Story are partly based on her story, but a good part of both are additions of my own thought. Hope you enjoy. Comments for the story: Look for: Could you feel the characters pain? Was there too much, too little, or just right emotion? How could I have improved on this? What did you like? What didn't you like? Were you bored while reading this? What was your initial reaction? Do you have a better idea for the title? Any other comments? seaQuest 2032: The Famous Piccolo Smile Breathe. She had to remember to breathe. No! Inhale, exhale, faster faster. Breathe deep breath's, deep breaths. No! It couldn't be true! No.. An aging woman placed her head on her delicate palms... Tony.. She had to tell Tony... The bridge was silent as a young ensign took the call. She shifted her brown hair back behind the headset as she calmly repeated, "I'm sorry ma'am Mr. Piccolo is not available." "Don't you give me that!" the voice on the other end was hysterical laced with a heavy Italian accent. "Don't you dare give me that!" "I'm sorry ma'am." the ensign replied as soothingly as she could. Whoever was on the other end was obviously crying, let alone about to step over some edge. "Da*n you!" the voice said. Then a deep breath could be heard. "Look, I understand Tony's not available, but for this he has to be. He just has to be!" "I'll tell you what I'll do ma'am," the ensign resolved. "It's the captains' orders not to disturb him, I'll transfer you to him and the captain can decide if it's important enough." Silence. Whoever was on the other end was probably less than satisfied by the compromise, but when she spoke a gain her voice was clam and distant. "It will have to do." Captain Oliver Hudson blinked his eyes to focus on the alarm clock by his bed. O3:21, who the he** was awake at this hour? "What is it!" he inquired angrily pressing a button on a nearby desk. "Sir, some woman.. She needs to talk to Piccolo, it sounds real important." Oliver Hudson allowed himself a snarl. ever since he had decided to restrict the amount of calls the crew could receive, everything had suddenly become important. "Put her through.' A woman, wet faced and red eyed, appeared on a small screen. "Captain, I have to speak to my nephew, Mr. Piccolo." The woman brushed aside her died black hair. Hudson guessed she was in her late fifties early sixties. "May I ask why?" he put on his diplomatic smile, he didn't care if it was the pope no one was going to get through. Still he gave her the benefit of the doubt. The woman on the other end seemed like she would burst into tears again. She told her story, becoming more hysterical with every other word, and finally unable to go on ended in the approaching burst. As the link on the womans side cut off, so did Oliver Hudson's. Straightening out his sleep clothes he moved over to his closet. It only took a few minutes to get on his uniform. Even in emergencies he had been trained to follow protocol, and as annoying as it was in these incidents, it also carried with it a sense of security and hope. He left his quarters not particularly happy. It was things like this every captain in the fleet prayed they would never have to break, but they always did, and usually on more than one occasion. He climbed the steps up to a familiar hatch on which he had knocked several times in the past. This time he took a deep breath before entering, this time he didn't' knock. Inside the quarters were brighter than the outside corridor, a ship issue lamp lighting the way. Anthony Piccolo turned in surprise, and seeing who the intruder was immediately jumped out of his chair and snapped to attention. "Sir!" he cried confused. The captain eyed the desk at which Piccolo had been writing. "Kind of late to be up isn't it?" "I was writing a letter, sir, to my cousin." He was quick to reply. Slowly he removed the pink glasses from his eyes and placed them on the desk. "I find creative juices work best at night.." he cut himself short when he noticed the captain semi-at-ease, but also straight as an arrow. And though it was the same stance the captain had used for months, probably years, the warrant officer couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. "Have a seat." he captain replied motioning to the bed, when the warrant officer had seated himself, the captain followed right beside. "It's never easy to tell someone this.." the captain began. Beside him Piccolo turned from semi-relaxed to tense. Those words had been spoken so many times before.. a famous build up.. He kept his cool as he listened carefully to the captain, prepared for the worst. The captain seemed to take hours to explain though it was only seconds. Before the captain could finish Anthony Piccolo shot out of his seat in anger, there was no way he had been prepared for that last line. "The hell she did sir!" he found himself shouting. Hudson looked up at him. Normally he would be angry, but this time the mitigating circumstances allowed him to allow it. He too knew what it was like to hear those words, how unbelievable they seemed, especially to someone who had seemed so happy. "The at St. Josephs Hospital in Cape Quest, were only 20 minutes from there, you can take a shuttle if you wish." Anthony Piccolo balled up his fist. It couldn't be true. Had he said she was dead, it would have been hard enough; but to suggest that she.. No.. It couldn't be true! "Yes sir." he responded and headed straight for the shuttle bay. The captain was quick to intercept him and to offer to come along, not about to let one of his officers risk his life by driving with such anger. Piccolo had no choice but to let him come. "Dr. Greene call line two, Dr. Greene line two." Anthony Piccolo raced down the corridors and came to a calmed halt as he saw an aging woman on a nearby bench. "Aunt Rose?" he asked, fighting back tears. The captain had been gracious enough to stay behind, allowing Piccolo to take care of his own family business. The woman didn't answer, but she continued to ball, all traces of reality gone from her. There was more than enough room for Tony to squeeze in beside her. She accepted an offered shoulder, a slight moan coming from her mouth. "I don't know what happened." she responded. "She seemed so happy. She had finally made lieutenant, everything seemed great.. so why.." she moved back into a series of balls. Anthony Piccolo didn't know how he managed, but not a tear dropped down his cheek. "I know.. Don't believe them Rose, you know better.. she didn't do it.." No response. But she had done it.. hadn't she? Was she really as happy as everyone claimed. Sure she had just gotten promoted, and even if she was scheduled for marriage in only a few short weeks, did that make her happy? She had put on the famous Piccolo smile and had fooled them all. It didn't take long for Rose to cry herself to sleep on his shoulder. Gently he lifted himself up and allowed her to use the bench as a full bed. Just in sight a coffee machine could be seen. Heading up to it he was more than shocked to see a familiar face. "Davy?" he asked. The man tuned and gave Piccolo a reassuring smile. "Anjie's going to pull through.. you know that right." Davy didn't' seem to sure. His black hair curled into a perfect ring across his forehead. Upon his hand he held a black box, having been informed while at the jewelers. "Yeah she's going to pull through." Piccolo reassured, but both of them knew better. Silence. To both of their surprises the silence was broken through with Davy's laugh. "This was to be her wedding ring." he said, tears waved down his face as he continues to laugh. "Yeah I know." Piccolo responded, there wasn't much else he could say. Anjie had been more like his sister than his cousin. But even that didn't' bring more love than what Davy had had for her. "Da*n it Tony, those were my pills she OD'd on.. MY PILLS!" he was screaming now, though his hostility was not aimed at the warrant officer. Spontaneously Davy punched a near by wall and lowered himself into a squatted position. "My pills, Tony." The warrant officer kept his head held low. He didn't say anything as he lowered himself to his feet and comforted his old friend. Hours passed, it seemed like days, months, possibly even years. He paced the corridor calmly, praying it would be okay, but knowing in his heart it wouldn't. And still more hours passed. A ragged man, who seemed to carry the weight of the world, exited the emergency room where only immediate family had been allowed, but few had had the courage to enter. He remained silent as he made his way up to Tony. "She's gone." He muttered, then wandering seemingly aimlessly he left. Anthony Piccolo held his eyes low to his Uncles words. He looked to Rose, and then to Davy, both silently asleep. His eyes bubbled with tears and he found himself quickly running to the bathroom. Oh god, I'm crying like a baby. He thought. How can I ever it break it to Davy and Rose. He knelt down in the bathroom stall and let out a low whimper. Eventually he rose. He was the tough guy in the family, the one in charge. He had to be strong. Silently he made his way over to the two silent sleepers. Davy awoke immediately and Rose remained asleep. When Davy and him looked eye to eye, he knew he didn't' have to say anything. "No.." he denied. "NO! Don't tell me that.. Don't freak'n tell me that, Tony!" he rushed a t the warrant officer with incredible speed, and though he couldn't tell anyone why he was doing it he started to strangle him, his strength enhanced by anger. It took a number of doctors and a sedative to get him off. Piccolo kept his composure. He had to be the tough guy, he couldn't break down where others would see.... He turned to Rose, awakened by the incident. Slowly he made his way over to her and allowed her to take it out on him as well. She pounded away at his chest, screaming hilariously Why,.. How,.. Why.. Then eventually she calmed down and together the two sat for what seemed like infinity. Together they sat in silence and mourning. Neither dare saying a word. THE END By Tammy Marie Nezol Though I Never Knew You (Ode to Katherine) By Tammy Marie Nezol We never met face to face I never knew you as a friend But your stories I did hear And your life I lived on lend. He told me all about you Your life perfect and untamed, You were the one I envied Then one day it all changed. It started with a word "baby", And ended when your family said goodbye. You moved in with the quarter back, No one else to let you by. So then it all had ended A pill or two to take it all away. And so it all had ended Nothing left to save the day. And though I never knew you. And though I never saw your face, I cried right along with the others; The invincible has fallen from grace. And so I am reminded Of all the lives so dear. Nothing is immortal, noting is immune For one of has fallen, the rest of us are doomed. ---------------------------------------- seaQuest-ff-request@stgenesis.org Subject: unsubscribe