A/N: I have been wanting to do something like this for a long time. Yay! I finally got a shot at it! And my reason for writing this story is mainly because I noticed that so many stories have been written on Jim Hawkins. Not that I don't like him. So, I thought B.E.N. wasn't getting enough attention. I mean, come ON! B.E.N.'s been living on Treasure Planet for a hundred years without anyone to be his friend! Doesn't he deserve more than what he's getting? That's why I'm writing this story, to commemorate to my favorite robot, and hopefully draw more attention to him. He really deserves it! To explain, this is basically B.E.N.'s life, from the very start, through his own eyes, down to the last detail. I'm even adding in Lupe too, who has a little secret to hide. Oh, and I'm also telling about B.E.N.'s horrible servitude to Captain Flint (Sorry, B.E.N. huggles B.E.N. apologetically). So, now we start with B.E.N.'s very earliest memory. Enjoy! Oh, and reviews are most appreciated. Please and thank you!

Chapter One: First Moments

Pitch-black oblivion was all the robot could see. His body seemed to have a slight sting that faded quickly. It felt like he'd been temporarily paralyzed. Was that what had happened to him? He had no recollection of it. He panned around in confusion. His mind was screaming for answers to his countless questions. Where was he? How was he to escape what felt like a prison? And more importantly, what was his name? As far as he was able to figure, he had no name.

His eyes were a very dark blue, the pupils a titanic white. He looked down at himself and saw his dark-hued, skinny, metal limbs. Moving his eyes down lower, he discovered a peculiar-looking disk that was somehow implanted into his entire front. The disk was a pale white with a yellow trimming. Inside the trimming was what appeared to be a brown eight-armed star with a long, red-tipped arrow running in a diagonal direction down the very center.

Of course, he attempted to ask himself what this piece was that was attached to his front, but his thoughts on the matter were transitory. He knew nothing of where, what, or who he was. Was he even real? If so, was he even alive? No answer came.

Voices startled him. They sounded distant, but were loud all the same. The voices were indistinct, as they all spoke in an overlapping manner. The robot attempted to hide, but he found that he was stuck in a sitting position and could not move from his spot. The voices faded from audibility. He thought he could make out the words of the last, remaining voice. "No. I will take him to my lab and repair him. He received quite a shock." Unfortunately, he was unable to understand the meaning of those words. Confusion and perplexity were all he felt. Most of all, solitude.

A light suddenly came into view a short distance away. He had no knowledge of what it was. Somehow he felt it was something positive. He reluctantly tried to move towards it, wary of not being able to budge from his spot. Amazingly, he was able, but all he could do was crawl on his hands and knees as if gravity restricted him to such a level. Creeping towards the light, he found that it was increasing in size. Soon enough, it engulfed the world in which he formally sat. He was suddenly blinded. White was all he could see now. Then white noise.

A hard and violent hammering pounded inside his chest. Was that a heartbeat? No, he was a robot. Robots don't have hearts, but could he be an exception? It didn't feel to him like a real, more fleshy heart. Perhaps it was artificial, but how would he know?

The figure in front of his eyes was too distorted to make out in the least bit. The sting in his body returned. Thankfully, it subsided in a few seconds. He heard a different voice. This new voice was more feminine and possessed a gentle tone. "The subject is coming to, Professor."

The voice he'd heard before spoke up again. "At last."

The robot blinked his large, telescopic eyes, which were now a bright, metallic blue and the pupils their normal black, and the white noise was beginning to clear up. He was almost able to make out the figure he was now seeing. Then, something pushed its way up his throat and escaped through his mouth.

"Repairs and modifications completed! All systems rebooted and fully functional!" he blurted out. He snapped his eyes wide open. "For heaven's sake. Did that come outta me?" The memory of the former world he'd just escaped lingered for a bit, but vanished from his mind. Then, he felt a shooting, pounding pain in his head, bringing him to press it was his hands. "Oh, what hit me?" he moaned.

"Welcome back, my friend," the same voice greeted warmly. "We thought we'd lost you there."

Naturally, the robot was befuddled and tried to sit up, but his head came right up and smacked hard on a hovering metal object with a loud CLANG. He then fell to the floor from what seemed like a table. It turned out that he'd hit his head on an overhanging lamp, which also explained the bright light he'd seen. His body singed with pain. "Ouch," he groaned. "That's gonna left a huge mark." He suddenly felt delirious. "Oh, honey, tell me when the purp juice is ready."

"Maybe we've still lost you," continued the voice. As it came to be, the voice belonged to a man. The man was a human who was in his late 30s. He had a dark brown goatee and short, flowing blonde hair. The man's physique was a bit on the scrawny side, but not as much scrawny as it was strong. His eyes had a blue sparkle to them, much like sapphires, but a tad brighter. His smile was warm, and charming to boot.

The feminine voice belonged to another robot, a female android to be exact. She was about a foot shorter than the human man. Her exo-skin was a shiny, light blue and her figure matched that of a grown, mature woman. Her hair was about waist-length and true blue in color; her eyes were twice as large as any human's and were completely azure with moon-white irises and pupils; and her face was as perfect as a sculpted angel. She also wore a simple ensemble of an azure top and long, flowing skirt.

The man and the android helped the dizzied robot up from the floor with concern. For a second, the man and android assumed that the robot would be able to stand on his own and the two loosened their grip on him, an action that caused him to fall back to the hard floor. "Ouch," the robot groaned again as he was lifted up once more and set on the table he'd just woken up on.

"The subject appears weak," the android observed. "He requires rest, more time to recover."

"You're right," the man agreed.

Finally, the white noise faded entirely from the robot's vision, but he still felt fatigued and dazed. He shook his head and squinted at the two figures in front of him. The blur that lingered from the white noise slowly cleared and he could make out the man and the android. "Huh? Who are you guys? Where am I? Who am I?"

"My name is professor Martin Trohs," the man introduced. "This is my assistant, Luna5."

"And you're in a robotics lab," the android stepped in with explanation.

The robot was overcome with confusion. He asked, "I am? How'd I get here?"

"Well, you were just a few minutes into operation and there was a storm. The storm caused a power surge and you received quite a nasty shock and blacked out."

"I did?" The robot tried to recall the event, but was unable to retrieve the memory at all. He scratched his head. "That's funny. I can't remember a thing."

"Well, it wasn't much of a loss," Martin said, and he was right. "I'm beginning to think that the power surge helped. But before you are given a name, we must first run you through a few tests."

The robot was caught off his guard. Suddenly he wasn't sure of himself. "Tests? B-but I haven't studied! I-I don't even have a #2 pencil!"

"No need. And don't worry. I'm sure you'll do fine. Now, I need you to do something for me: plot the exact distance in miles from this very room to the planet Montressor."

Immediately and almost unconsciously, the robot activated his systems. The large compass on his chest doubled as an entire navigational system when opened on his front. The opening exposed the gears inside the robot's torso. His fingers were a blur at the buttons behind his compass as he calculated for the answer. "Exactly 2,289,532,473. Whew. And I thought you had a challenge for me." And the compass retracted back to his front. He felt truly amazed with himself. "Wow. I did that fast!"

"Incredibly fast. Three times faster than any human or alien." Martin gestured to the android. "Eh, Luna5, give him that other test."

"Huh? What other test?" the robot asked somewhat uneasily, thinking that this next one would be pushing his limits.

"Oh, yes," replied Luna5, remembering. "The physical response test."

The robot relaxed a little. "Oh, that doesn't sound so bad—yowch!" He yelped. He found that Luna5 had knocked the head of a reflex hammer against a spot just under his wheeled knee. "Wh-what was that for?"

"That was the classic reflex response, which tests positive," Luna5 explained while the robot rubbed the spot on his knee where he'd been nipped by the head of that hammer. "Next is the comfort response." And she began to gently massage the robot's metal shoulders.

Every part of the robot released all tension and he himself was sighing from the relaxation he was being given. "Ooh, that feels pretty good."

"Comfort response tests positive. And last," the android finished off, "the amusement response." She slapped a look of playful mischief on her face and she began to tickle the robot around his torso and middle part, causing him to completely double over with laughter.

"Ah! Okay, okay! Stop! I give! I give! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Stop! Ha, ha, ha, ha! Stop! I'm ticklish! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

Luna5 giggled and decided to give the robot a chance to catch his breath as he put a hand to his chest and feeling that same pounding sensation from inside. He then unconsciously realized that it was an electronic pulse unit, or an artificial heart.

Martin had been laughing as well at the humorous sight of Luna5 tickling the robot. At once, he came up with a name for the robot, and before he could suppress it, he said the name out loud: "B.E.N."

"B.E.N.?" the robot repeated in question. "Who's B.E.N.?"

"That's your name. It's an acronym. It is short for Bio-Electronic Navigator. See? 'Bio' because you live—you've certainly proven that—'Electronic' because your primary power source is solar batteries which send electrical currents to your sensors, and 'Navigator' because that is now your specialty. And that is what I intended you to be."

"B.E.N. Bio-Electronic Navigator," the robot let the name roll off his tongue with intrigue. "I like that sound of that. Yeah. Just call me B.E.N."

"That makes perfect sense," said Luna5.

At once, Martin was overcome with an inspiration. "I'm going to tell my colleagues about you, now that you're awake, B.E.N. I'm sure they'd love to see you."

"Really? You think so?" the robot said, smiling hopefully.

"Yes. Now, I'll be back. You two stay here, keep each other company." With that, the professor was out of the room through the double-doors in a flash, leaving B.E.N. alone with Luna5.

After about a moment, B.E.N. hopped off the table. He thought he was able to walk all his own, but discovered that he couldn't when he stumbled terribly and fell to the floor, his weak legs giving way beneath him. Luna5 helped him backed up on his feet. "It's going to take you some time getting used to walking," she explained as she helped him stand.

"Whoa…" B.E.N. stammered, stumbling as he tried walking a little ways. After a bit of shuffling, he began walking with more success. "Hey, this is pretty easy." But again, he stumbled, almost falling. Luna5 quickly caught him before he could fall again. "Well, sorta," he chuckled.

"This is how I started out, too, trust me."

It was a moment of awkward silence.

"So…uh…" B.E.N., breaking through the quiet, asked Luna5, who gave him an enchanting smile and he felt himself flush and his electronic pulse unit—er, heart—beat faster, "how long have you been here?"

"Oh, only a few months," she answered matter-of-factly.

"Really?" He suddenly felt bashful around her.

"Uh-huh," she nodded.

"Oh."

It was silent again. Well, for a short moment, anyway.

B.E.N. was suddenly overcome with a brand-new feeling of internal emptiness, giving him some sort of craving. A strange, uncontrollable, metallic gurgle rumbled and erupted from down inside his middle. "Whoa!" Startled and confused, he doubled back and landed on the floor, worriedly looking down at his middle. "W-what was that? Is there something…angry inside me?"

"No, of course, not," Luna5, kneeling down next to him, told him with a chortle and pointed at his middle. "That's just your stomach growling; you're hungry."

"It is? I am?" He was now more surprised than he was afraid.

"Of course," Luna5 smiled.

"Whew. That's a relief." As if mercilessly reminding him, B.E.N.'s newly discovered stomach gurgled and growled in the same metallic manner. "Uh…you wouldn't happen to have anything to eat by chance, would you?" he asked bashfully of the android.

"Oh, yes. Professor Trohs always keeps a special storage in here." As B.E.N. got to his feet again, Luna5 began looking around the littered room. She then came across a large trunk and opened it up, revealing a neat assortment of metal pieces and cans of petroleum. "Here we go. Pure black petroleum and aluminum-filled chippers. You'll love these."

"Ooh, yum."

B.E.N. eyed the cans of petroleum and the chippers as Luna5 brought them over on a plate to the table and subtly licked and smacked his copper lips ravenously. The cans of petroleum were cylinder-shaped with a pouring nozzle on top that served as a sort of straw. The chippers were shaped like chicken's eggs and were made with a thin outer shell of tin. The shell was filled with a jellied aluminum alloy.

Eagerly picking up a chipper from the plate, B.E.N. popped it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed the chipper, feeling it slide easily down his throat and into his stomach. "Mmm! Boy, that's good!" he exclaimed, and he promptly began taking a few more of the chippers, as well as getting a taste of the petroleum. Luna5 laughed, amused at his enthusiasm, as she herself began eating a few chippers and drinking the pure oil.

Suddenly, Martin came back into the room. "I have some great news," he announced. He stopped and observed what B.E.N. and Luna5 were doing. "Ah, I see your electronic digestive unit is fully functional."

"Huh?"

Luna5 pointed at B.E.N.'s middle. "You're stomach, remember?" she said with a giggle, translating the technical term.

"Oh, right. Heh-heh."

"Anyway," said Martin to B.E.N., "I've talked to my colleagues about you, and they would be delighted to meet you."

"Really? Oh, I can't wait to meet them!"

"Yes, but we must get you ready if you're going to meet them; my colleagues expect a nice, clean presentation of you."

B.E.N. was soon seated in a chair off to one side of the room with a reluctant expression. He was going to be cleaned, polished, and buffed just for the presentation. Martin and Luna5 checked him over for any outer flaws.

"Well, there is a bit of dust all over him," Luna5 observed, lifting one of B.E.N.'s arms and examining it. "And there are a few stains from before we repaired him."

"Gee. Didn't know I was so filthy," said B.E.N., looking at himself.

"And a few of his joints are loose."

Martin nodded. "I'll get to tightening those joints, and you'll be polishing and buffing him. I need you to get the screw driver, the buffer, and the polish."

"Yes, Professor." And she did as she was asked, fetching the necessary tools.

Martin began tightening the loose joints in the B.E.N.'s wrists, knees, ankles, neck, fingers, and shoulders. At the same time, Luna5 was polishing his body and buffing any parts of him that needed buffing. It was like being in a dressing room and B.E.N. was being pampered and cleaned by his own personal fixer-uppers. It felt good to him, but he was made aware that he would have to do this himself when this was over. He was also told that once a month he would have to have someone buff his metal and charge his eye sockets (I mean hey, he needs his eyes to be in tip-top shape since he's a navigator).

The whole cleaning, tightening, and buffing process took about half and hour. B.E.N. looked at himself in a mirror when he was finally fixed up. He gazed in awe at his reflection and discovered how human he really appeared, save for the compass on his front and his telescopic eyes. B.E.N., Bio-Electronic Navigator, was as shiny and spruced up as a freshly built ship that was ready to venture out into the great unknown.

"Wow. Is this really what I look like?" he wondered with a wide grin and looked closely at the mirror. "I had no idea I was this…well…"

"Cute?" Luna5 finished for him, coming close to the robot.

"Really? You think I'm cute?"

He turned to the android with a bashful look on his face. In fact, his whole face was flushing with warmth. Just then, Luna5 chortled with a stifled laugh. Why was she laughing? B.E.N. then heard a peculiar sound. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. Ba-bum. He felt the sound pulse and pound rhythmically inside his chest. Confused, he glanced down and noticed that his compass had turned itself around in its place and revealed his navigational system. The tiny screen in the top center showed a throbbing, pink heart. Is that why she was laughing? Well, B.E.N. couldn't help laughing, either.

Then Luna5 came up and planted a kiss on the side of his metal cheek. Warm steam whistled from the crooks of B.E.N.'s chest as he literally smiled from ear to ear. He suddenly felt his temperature skyrocket, his heart quickened, and all of the steam was released. "Wow!" he exclaimed and shook his head. And all three of them laughed.

It was a strange yet wonderful feeling. B.E.N. had never felt this way. Granted, he had just woken up, but still… He knew one thing: he really liked Luna5. She had both inner and outer beauty that no robot like B.E.N. could ever resist.

Then they all walked out the door. B.E.N. was going to present himself to the other robotics engineers. But first he had to learn to do the things that he would be presenting. Fortunately, he was able to memorize the material in very little time. Soon enough, B.E.N. was ready.

To be continued…

Okay. You know the professor's first name is Martin. Spell the name Trohs backwards. What do you get? The origin of the name comes from the name of the actor who provided the voice for B.E.N. You could say he also gave some of his own personality to B.E.N., almost as if he took part in creating the character. And Martin Trohs is B.E.N.'s creator in this story, too. Pretty cool, huh?

So? What do you think so far? Want to see where this goes? Well, you're gonna have to wait for Chapter Two. Reviews are most appreciated!