[Season 1 Finale]
An alarm blares as we roll through the orbit of the planet in a corner piece of the Jupiter Four.
"That's the low oxygen warning." Don comments.
"Yeah." I respond.
"So, we've only got two hours of air left." Don says.
"That's right." I sigh.
"Great." Don says. "How'd we all get caught up in the idea that launching into space like the most primitive astronauts in history was somehow genius?"
"Are we doing this again?" I ask.
"If only you'd gone left." Don says.
"Maureen didn't answer, which isn't like her."
"Left or right. It's a fifty fifty shot. In my world, those are great odds."
"A fifty percent chance of dying are terrible odds."
"You never eject a man into outer space without his permission. It's common courtesy."
I sigh. "We still have a couple of hours."
Don sighs. "We had a fifty fifty shot."
...
A little bit later, I try to contact Will again once we're in range. He starts sending a series of beeps.
"It's Morse code." I say as I listen.
"What's he spelling?" Don asks from behind me.
"F."
"Okay."
"U." I furrow my brows.
"'FU'? That's his message? 'FU'? This is how your nephew talks?"
Will beeps again. "E."
"Oh, okay. That changes everything."
"L."
"Fuel! They have fuel!" Don chuckles as I smile.
"They got fuel!" I say as we laugh.
"Yeah! Yeah... so, if we'd just waited a couple of hours we wouldn't be here. Great."
I continue to beep Will, sending him a message of an idea I have.
M-U-G-U
They'll figure it out.
...
Don has a panel open and our plan is to make a signal fire. I don't exactly know how we are gonna do it, but it's our only idea right now.
"So what exactly is the plan to make this signal fire?" I ask.
"Still got time fuel oxidizer in the lines. I can rig it to blow a stream if burning gas." Don replies.
"You think it'll be enough for the Jupiter's thermal sensors to pick up?" I ask.
"Ow! Ow!" Don cries out as he flinches back.
"Woah, woah, woah. You okay?" I ask as I hold him in place.
"Agh! There's something in my eyes. Stings like hell."
"Okay, let me see." I put my hands on either side of his helmet and hold him still. I look and spot something. "Oh, yeah. Some of the anti-fogging agent must have dried up and flaked off."
"Yeah, well, I can't see. I'll just have to feel around and wing it." Don turns around and accidentally knocks the switchblade knife away.
"Woah!" I reach out and grab it before it floats out of reach. "Hey, you can't do this blind." I float back and move him out of the way.
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Lost In Space ( Don West x Reader )
FanfictionWhat if there was another Robinson? Y/n Robinson is her name. A detective as well as the half-sister of John Robinson. Her and her family were moving to an entirely different planet. She'd always loved space and would have done anything to go there...
