A/N: Ugh! I can't stand writing just one fan fic. I guess I get a little bored. So, here's my second Treasure Planet fic. Enjoy!

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As I go, remember all the simple things you know,

My mind is just a crutch and I still hope that you will miss me when

I'm gone

This is the last song

                -All-American Rejects, the Last Song

"Ah!" came a shrill scream from behind some rocks. "You told me it was dead, Hawkins!" the girl squealed.

"I thought so too." An eight year old Jim laughed. "I'm surprised it's still alive. But, not as surprised to find out that Tori Majors is afraid of a little harmless green lizard." Jim dangled the lizard out in front of the girl's face and a look of disgust came across her face.

"Hawkins! You get that thing out of my face!" When Jim didn't do so, she slapped his hand that was holding the lizard out of the way and shoved him to the ground.

"Okay! Sorry!" he put his hands up in defense to shield himself from any more blows. "I just found it funny that's all."

"Well, how the heck am I supposed to react?! You tell me it's dead so I hold it. Then it starts crawling up my arm and into my shirt!"

"That's just an amphibian's way of showing that he likes you." Jim smiled and fluttered his blue eyes at Tori in a fake loving way.

Tori's cheeks were flaming red. She was probably the toughest, dangerous, nine year old, girl on Montressor.  She had gotten into a few brawls with kids at school and had the scraps and scars to show for it. She would always come out as the winner. But, her most challenging fight took place months ago that had to be called a draw because of a teacher who put an end to the fight. Her challenger was the same person who became her best friend. It was Jim Hawkins.

Tori had messy raven hair, green eyes, and had on a green tank top with bash pants and brown boots. She would usually carry around a water gun or some kind of toy weapon. The water gun was the worst because she would chase Jim around all day and just squirt him. Jim wasn't sure if it was her way of showing that she cared or if she just liked torturing him. Either way, they enjoyed each others company. Jim tossed the lizard aside and they both watched as it crawled away. Tori looked at Jim who was chuckling.

She glared at him and placed her hands on her hips. "Hmph. It wasn't that funny, Jim! It wasn't funny at all!"

"Oh, yes it was." He smirked.

Tori reached behind Jim's head and pulled on his braided pony tail hard causing him to howl in pain. "How would you like to settle this in a one on one race from here to the mines on our solar surfers." She said challengingly without letting go of his hair.

Jim reached behind and pried Tori's grip off of his hair. "Okay! You're on, Majors!" What am I doing? He asked himself mentally. He knew that he was taking a big risk challenging Tori like this. She would kick his butt in almost every race. And when she would win she would rub it in his face. But, he had already accepted the challenge.

"Fine." She agreed. They both had flown their solar surfers there to the spot where they would usually play. Tori walked over behind a rock and pulled out a long red metal board with the black and gold sail down. Jim reached behind there too and pulled out his newly built surfer with a red and gold board and a red sail.

Tori walked over and picked up a stick and drew a line in the dirt. "This'll be the stating line." She announced. Jim nodded and placed the front of his solar surfer right in front of the starting line and Tori did the same. They both positioned themselves on the boards and placed their heels right above the mechanism to trigger the engines. "Ready? On your mark! Get set! GO!!!" They then raced off into the sun set together with Tori in the lead.

Little did either of them know that would be the last time they would ever fly their solar surfers together over the vast lands of the mining planet Montressor. The next day, Jim went to Tori's house and found it to be empty. His best friend, his only friend, was gone and he didn't even know where she went. He just sat there on her porch all day, hoping that maybe he would see her coming over the hill with that smirk on her face and pointing that water gun right at him. He did that for three weeks. Day in and day out. But, she never came. He gave up his waiting and walked home. "I didn't even get to say goodbye." He mumbled to himself. Before he went home, he sat on the docks and looked out into the etherium. "Wherever you are… I hope your happy and safe, Tori." He whispered and then he began to cry.

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Eleven years later…

Jim came jogging down the stairs of the Benbow Inn with a smile on his face. Morph was following and chirping happily behind him. "Mom!" he called to Sarah who was clearing one of the tables. "I got it! I got it!" he said excitedly.

"Got what?" she asked cautiously.

"I got a job on a ship. It's not much of a job. We would just be going to a dead trading and shipping planet to investigate it."

"Jim, you just graduated from the academy. Are you sure you want to get work right away?"  Sarah asked.

Jim shrugged. "Well, of course. It will pay good money. Things seem to be way too quiet and boring around here anyway."

Just then, B.E.N. popped out of the kitchen strumming a broom like a guitar and singing completely out of tune. Sarah looked back at Jim and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, so maybe it's not as quiet as I said it is." He laughed.

Morph formed into the little android and started singing like crazy and strumming the broom. Jim tried to stifle his laughter as the android watched on.

"Alright. Alright." B.E.N. stated, "So, I'm no Clay Aiken. But, it doesn't mean you have to pick on me."

"Sorry, B.E.N." Jim said.

"When do you leave, Jimmy?" he asked, making puppy dog eyes and sniffles.

"About a month from now."

Sarah crossed her arms and gave Jim a questionable look. "What's your job exactly?"

Jim froze and a blank look swept across his face. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well…" he started slowly, "like I said, it pays a good salary."

Sarah narrowed her eyes at Jim. "Yes. Now, what is your job?"

"We'll be gone for about two months. So, I won't be away from home that long."

B.E.N. walked over and stood beside Sarah. "But, what is you job, Jimmy."

Jim gave him a fierce look that almost made the robot turn and run for his life. The robot was a good friend. But, sometimes Jim wished that he had lungs so he could choke him. Okay, no more stalling. I have to tell them. He thought. Jim sighed, "I'm the cabin boy."

"Cabin boy! Cabin boy! Cabin boy!" Morph chirped.

"Thanks for that, Morph." He said sarcastically. "That makes me feel so much better."

"How did you get stuck as cabin boy?" His mom asked him.

"Josh McCoy, who used to go to the academy with me said that he got this gig as first mate and---" Before Jim could finish, Sarah cut him off.

"Josh. Isn't he the one that you told us about? The same boy who used to hit on every girl he sees?"

Jim smiled and rolled his eyes. "Yeah. That's Josh alright. Great guy. Great big pain in the butt too. Anyway, he sent me a letter telling me that he knew that he heard that I was looking for a job and told me that he would hook me up." Jim pulled out a chair and plopped himself down at the table. "Not exactly my dream job. But, at least it's something.

B.E.N. jumped in Jim's lap and hugged him tightly. "Oh, Jimmy! I miss 'ya already!"

"B.E.N.," Jim said, trying to pull him off, "I'm gonna miss you too." B.E.N.'s grip tightened around Jim's neck. "But, obviously not as much as you'll miss me."

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The night before the voyage, Jim lay awake, staring up into the ceiling. Here he was about to embark on his second adventure into the etherium. Well, he couldn't exactly call scrubbing, cleaning, cooking, and sleeping in an uncomfortable bunk an adventure. But, there was something that kept itching in the back of his mind. Like something was going to happen tomorrow. Whatever it was, it was preventing him from getting some sleep. He rolled over and pulled the pillow over his head and ignored the feeling. Ten minutes later, he fell fast asleep.

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A/N: Okie dokie! I think I could have done slightly better. But, I'll let you guys be the judge of that. For those who don't know who Clay Aiken is, he was the runner up in American Idol. Personally, I thought that he should have won. But, that's just me. Anyhoo, please R&R. This is Robin flying off! Love ya'll! =^-^=