Author's note: Yes, kiddies, the sequel is finally beginning. This'll be the only disclaimer, so listen up. I don't own any of the Treasure Planet characters; they belong to the wonderful folks at Disney. I DO own the character of Kim, as well as the plot. The story will be edited by TreasurePlanetFreak, who has kindly offered to do so.
Can't guarantee updates on a regular basis; a lot of it depends on when I'll have time to write.
Enjoy! Feel free to leave comments and/or criticism!
For a few months, life passed like a dream. Kim and Jim trained together, hung out together…after a few weeks, it was rare to see one without the other. They'd become best friends, and everyone knew it.
But then the dream ended.
It began on a bright, clear Thursday morning, as Kim and Jim set out to return to the Academy from a visit with Jim's mother. Kim sent out her mental call to be picked up…and nothing happened. They waited on the side of the road for six hours before returning to the Benbow Inn for the night. Jim walked Kim to her room.
"I don't understand!" she fretted, turning to him. "They've never not answered before!"
"Maybe the equipment went down," Jim shrugged. "I'm sure it'll be all right."
Kim deflated. "You're right." She gave him a warm smile. "Night, Jim."
He smiled back at her. "Night." With a wave, he turned and went to his own room.
When B.E.N. went to find Kim and alert her that breakfast was ready, the robot found an empty room, the bed's covers arranged as if she'd vanished from underneath them during the night.
Jim waited anxiously to hear from her or from the Academy.
Waited a day.
The day turned into a week.
The weeks turned to months.
Two years passed by. Jim had gone to the Naval Academy of Montressor, had seen John Silver again several times, had to explain Kim's absence and abandon, had a brief romance with a girl in his class, had celebrated his nineteenth birthday, and had given up hope of seeing the girl he'd once traveled to the edge of the galaxy with ever again.
There'd been a lot of solar surfing escapades where he flew as fast and as far as he could to try and leave behind the anger and hurt. He'd been abandoned. Again. By someone he cared about. His head knew there could be a reasonable explanation, but his heart hurt all the same. It was hard, past the superficial fury, to remember that he cared about his friend at all.
Life went on, though. He grew and matured much the same way he would have normally. He lived the life he'd expected and eventually forgot much of the life that had presented itself.
Until one night when that life came crashing back into his world.