Agony can be not only physical pain but emotional pain. A pain that needs time to heal and to be stopped for the recovery to go on. Emotional pain was a thing that most spies had to be detached from. Get too close in the assignment would get you killed. Another thing a spy knows, escape can be anywhere. Even right under the enemy's noses.

The only people who were in agony in Smith's line of work were the victims. He had lost too many colleague spies in his youth due to their lack of emotional restraint. He survived longer than any of the original one hundred. What was also agonizing was the potential of the children witnessing his transformation, the degrade in his personality and morals, and the monstrosity that he would become.

He hoped it wouldn't come to pass.

That they saw a tall, humanoid like spider disgracing the name Doctor Zachary Smith.

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"Didn't dad say Smith was helping you set up the Deutronium drilling equipment?" Judy asked, coming over to the side of Don.

"He did," Don said.

"And he is still out there," Judy said.

"Tanning," Don said, then shook his head. "Tanning." Penny smiled, tending to the plants. "I told him it was a bad idea."

"He doesn't listen," Judy said.

"Don't worry, he made himself lunch before we left," Don said. He shook his head. "Never thought I would see the day Smith working with a 'delicate back'." he looked on toward the distance.

"Being in a dark universe does explain why he was ready to punch out that officer," Judy said.

"That was one mistake," Don said. "I look forward to seeing several beautiful and glorious miscalculated mistakes in the foreseeable future."

"Don," Judy said, smacking his shoulder as Don laughed.

"So was Smith's," Don said. "But it'll be a lot worse."

"I remember that too," Judy said, with a frown. Penny looked off, fondly recalling the times that Smith brought her and Will to Earth on short trips for vacations. Trips that were used incentives to follow through with the deals forged to aliens. "He backstabbed on the aliens for us."

"When did I say backstabbing us?" Don said. "I am certain of him backstabbing the alien but the side effects could be worse than his universes aftermath."

"Hey, where is Doctor Smith?" Will asked, coming out of the Jupiter 2 with the Robot behind him. "Robot just gleaned off a new play from the Intergalactic drama archives."

"It is not a drama," The Robot insisted, its head whirring toward Will. "It is a supernatural black comedy."

"From what I read, it is a drama," Will said. "It plays with feelings."

"If you insist," The Robot said, whirring its head from the young child.

"Doctor Smith at the new Deutronium Drilling station," Don said. "And bare in mind, he might be a magnet for danger."

"Danger is our special interest," The Robot said. "I will do my best to protect them."

"You always do," Don said, "The point is be careful. His magnetism might attract bigger fish."

"Your metaphors are unnecessary," The Robot replied.

"Let's go," Will said. "I'll be using the Robot to detect Doctor Smith."

"A Smith detector," Don said. "Get it?"

It took a few moments for it to sink in then for laughter to start coming from the small group. Maureen watched Will go off with Penny and the Robot clinging to his side. Everyone else was concerned regarding Will's sake since his return. They didn't want to take their eye off him. Maureen sighed, with her arms folded. It was the dangers of being on a alien planet. She could say that she was used to her children being held captive and expect looks of horror from strangers.

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Smith was in the unfamiliar forest.

The lingering fog drifting above the ground and the darkness making it seem spooky.

Smith looked over his shoulder hearing the sounds of metal echoing through the forest. He sprinted through the forest. A path that he had taken countless times before fleeing from the alien spiders. He tripped over a piece of log. He heard a familiar boy's voice call for him. He looked over his shoulder to see the shadow of the other. The other stowaway looming over him with the neck craned high. Smith trembled, sliding himself back. His breath became shaky as his heart pound against his chest and he fell into a burst of sweat.

"Hello," the head lowered then gave a sinister smile. "Me."

Smith attempted to make himself smaller staring at the green-gray spider.

"Doctor Smith!" Smith heard Will's voice from over.

William.

"The child," Smith said, as the hair all over raised.

A bright, golden light sent the spider tipping back as shielding himself.

"William!"

Will came forward contrasting against the dark scenery around with the glow.

"I am not afraid of you," Will said, as the spider individual staggered back.

The spider individual stopped.

"You should be," came the unsettling reply. "So tall, so courageous, so innocent. . ." the spider individual crept forward and loomed over the boy. "so tasty."

"Pick on someone your own size," Will said, as a new light of intensity blinded the spider.

"Stay away!" Smith bolted forward in a cold sweat.

Smith wiped the sweat off his forehead then looked on ahead.

"Ah, William," Smith relaxed. "What brought you here?"

"I just wanted to check on you," Will said. "You look like you need sleep."

Smith leaned to his side.

"I am fine," Smith said, as though it were final. He rubbed his eyes. "I got all the sleep I need."

"When I have a nightmare, I have the Robot materialize one of those cold heavy blankets," Will said.

"How amusing," Smith replied, his voice dripping tiredly. "Your robot can replicate. A 3-D printer, perhaps. . ." he looked over with dark bags under his eyes toward the child. "Hmm?"

"3-D Printer?" Will asked.

"You must be familiar to that," Smith said.

"No," Smith put on his sunglasses. "but I like to know what it is."

"Printing 3-D objects," Smith said. "Like a small version of the Jupiter 2. A toy."

"Oh, that," Will said, nodding his head. "I have seen plenty versions of the Jupiter 2. Once as representation of what we would be sleeping in for five years."

"Five years?" Smith asked

"Five years," Will said, with a nod.

"It was a ten year trip in my universe," Smith said. "and the ship was uglier." Smith had a look of consideration, briefly. "Frankly, isn't it funny how you are the only ones with a spaceship that resembles a saucer?"

"I learned to love the ship," Will said. "No matter how alien it looks."

"Shoo, go play with your sister," Smith said, sliding his sunglasses up.

"You don't sleep often," Will said, stepping forward. "What plagues your nightmares?"

Smith took his glasses off.

"My . . ." Smith paused. What was the most elegant way of putting it? "My boogeyman."

"Your alien counterpart is a space boogeyman?" Will asked.

"Yes," Smith said. "He is also Freddy Kruger, Jason Voorhees, and my kryptonite." his tired eyes gazed toward the sky.

"I used to have one," Will said. "I defeated it. It fell into the power core."

"I don't doubt it," Smith said, amused. "At least you could kill it."

"Everyone can kill their it," Will said.

"How did you make it fall?" Smith asked.

"I said no," Will said, earning a snicker from Smith.

"I'll have to die just to make it fall," Smith joked.

"Don't," Will said.

"Don't what?" Smith asked, turning his attention toward Will raising a brow.

"Die," Will said.

Smith didn't reply at first. He had a expression of raw realization then it faded replaced by a kind look of understanding. As though a piece of Will's grieving mind had peeked out in all its ugliness and darkness before Smith's eyes with all the hurt. He nodded to himself, then began to reply.

"Everyone dies, William," Smith said, placing a hand on Will's shoulder. "It's part of life."

"Life doesn't have to take someone just to make a point," Will said.

"I wish it didn't happen that way. . . But, it does happen that way," Smith said. "Meaningless death. . . unnecessary. . . and a inconvenience."

Will sat down onto the smaller rock.

"That was his kind of death," Will said.

"And how do you feel about that?" Smith asked.

"Angry," Will said. "I lagged him behind with my big shoe. The last thing he said to me was.. ."

"Tight means it fits,William," Smith said.

"How did you kn---" Will asked, shocked starting toward Smith with wide eyes.

"I was told you didn't choose the shoe that was your size," Smith said. "It was necessary for you to learn a lesson."

"But at the cost of him?" Will asked, raising a brow.

"What better way of learning without dying yourself?" Smith asked. Will lowered his head. "You could have died, too."

"He could have lived," Will said. "He could have lived."

Smith let go of Will's shoulder.

"I am not going to say that age old insulting phrase, dear William," Smith said. "Instead, I am going to tell you what my other counterpart would say about this sulking. . . " Will looked up toward the older man. Smith looked like his attention was caught with his eyes squinting. Smith got up from the rock then walked ahead of Will taking his two piece shirt with him.

"Nothing?" Will said. "Uh, Doctor Smith?"

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Smith stopped in his tracks to see a pitch black cat with a vest that had machinery headed his way. Smith retreated behind a large boulder warily watching the cat. The cat came to a stop as Smith slid up the sunglasses. He snatched his grandfather's golden watch from the sand then shoved it into his pocket. The cat walked around in circles then stared at Smith. It mewed back at Smith. Smith stared back at the little creature. He had seen disgusting creatures and some that seemed innocent at first glance until they tried to pose harm.

Smith shuddered, the memory of large furry balls taking over his quarters was terrifying enough enough to make him leave and take a survival pack with him until the Robinsons came to their senses that the furballs had sinister intentions. Evil knows evil, a wise philosophical saying. When evil is being studied then it studies them which makes evil one of the most unpredictable enemy. Good and evil had their different sides of the same coin, explaining motivations behind behaviors but never used as a excuse. Smith would admit to using excuses. Such as using his infected back to get out of chores or tasks.

He loved his dying planet and it had his pity. It was a reason why he decided to betray the Robinsons as their family Doctor under the right price. A price that was unable to be paid as it was astronomical. Global Sedition assured him that it wouldn't make a hypergate -- which he discovered otherwise thanks to the the other Don West -- nor try to colonize the planet.

He had hope that Global Sedition was facing setbacks. It is what they deserved for stranding him aboard the Jupiter 2 to die. If humanity were going extinct then so was Global Sedition. Now, to the cat, it looked innocent. And he knew, it wasn't innocent. The look in the cat's glowing, large yellow eyes. The thin, black diamond shaped pupil expanded as the cat tilted his head. Smith stared back at the cat.

"Doctor Smith, don't be scared of a cat," Will said.

"As you once said before," The Robot said, whirring its head toward Will. "his shadow terrifies him more than his back."

"That cat is probably a doomsday device," Smith said, his non-blinking stance broken by the distraction. He turned his attention of the cat toward the three. The Robot's attention turned away from Will. "Robotic cats do not fool me!"

The cat leaped onto the rock with a mew.

"Aww, it likes you!" Penny said.

Smith stumbled from the cat then crashed away from the cat. He landed on his back on a patch of grass behind the rock.

"Keep that cat away from me," Smith said. "The last time I tried to pet a ball of fur, it bit me!"

Smith marched away and the cat followed after him.

"Robot, is that a cat?" Will asked.

"It is a cat," The Robot said.