Hello, everybody! This is my first Treasure Planet fanfic! I hope you enjoy it!


Jim awoke to the house rattling from a door slamming. He rubbed his eyes, then went to his bedroom window to see someone walking away from the house with a bag over his shoulder. He tried to call to the person, but the person either couldn't hear or ignored him.

He trotted down the stairs, careful not to miss a step in his haste. He saw his mother crying and putting her hands to her forehead. He knew this fight was bad. He went outside barefoot and he felt the small stones and pebbles dig into his feet, but he ignored the pain and he continued.

"Dad! Wait!" Jim called. "Stop! Don't leave me! Don't leave us!"

His father ignored his pleading son and continued to his small ship.

"No! Dad! Please don't!" Jim reached out for his father, but he was gone and drifted off into the distance. As the ship went further and further away, he felt part of himself rip away.

Jim's knees collapsed and his knees hit the wooden dock. He lowered his head and he let his tears drop off his face and missing the dock and falling to who knows where. He felt defeated, as if someone had just kicked him on his side.

Jim picked himself up and walked back to the house, sometimes pausing to take in a deep breath to stop his sobbing. He stumbled back inside, but he didn't bother to see how his mother was. He went back to his room to be alone. He wanted to be alone, but being alone didn't help. He began to wonder why his father left. Was it because of himself? What if he was never born? Would his parents still love each other?

"Jim?" Sarah called from behind the door. "Are you ok, honey?"

"I'm...fine Mom," Jim said.

"If you need to talk to me, I'll be downstairs," Sarah said, and her voice broke.

Jim held his picture book to his chest, the one about Treasure Planet. It was his third birthday present from his dad, and it was his favourite book. He then wondered if his parents stopped loving each other when he started to grow up. Maybe they liked him better when he was small and cute.

Jim went back downstairs to see his mom at the table, glancing out the window.

"Mommy?" Jim asked.

Sarah turned to him, and her face was tear stained. She put her arms out and Jim went to her. She pulled him onto her lap, but he was getting a little too big for that.

"Do you love me?" Jim asked, and he knew he was crying too.

"I'll always love you, not matter what you'll do," Sarah promised.

"Did Dad leave because of me?" Jim asked.

"No! No, of course he- no!" Sarah said, stumbling over words to make the answer more clear.

"Then why did he leave?" Jim demanded.

"We wanted...we wanted different things," Sarah said. "But it's not because of you. You didn't do anything wrong."

"If I didn't do anything wrong, then why did he leave!" Jim exclaimed. He ran from his mother and she heard the door slam, then the sound of the solar surfer zooming off. Sarah sighed, and put her face in her hands.

Jim sped away, but he had no idea where he was going. He let the solar surfer guide him. He looked up at the sail and felt proud of himself for constructing it by himself.

He heard the sound of something tearing and he glanced back up at the sail, and there was a tear on the sail. It was still able to work with the small tear, and it would be very easy to repair, but while he was occupied with the tear, he didn't realize how close he was to the ground, and he collided with it. He and the solar surfer separated when they hit the ground. He tumbled and rolled on the impact, and finally he stopped moving. Everything on him ached, and his elbows, knees and the side of his face were scratched and cut. He saw the solar surfer lying there with the sails still absorbing the sun. He got up and ignored the pain and saw the condition of the sail. The tear had grown, but it was still an easy fix.

He tried to get back on the solar surfer, but his arms and legs hurt too much to be in constant control of the surfer. He was stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Then, he saw two things come over the horizon, and they were coming for Jim. They stopped in front of him, and Jim saw two robo-cops.

"I didn't do it!" Was Jim's first response.

"We have some questions for you," the first robo-cop said. His voice sounded unemotional and unkind. Jim was afraid. He just held the sail of the solar surfer near his body.

"First, what is your name?" the second asked.

"Jim...Hawkins," Jim said.

"How old are you?" the first asked.

"Nine," Jim answered. "And a half."

"Now, why are you out here all alone?" the second one asked. They didn't seem as heartless as they sounded. They must have been programed to have a nice side.

"Because...because my dad left us, so I wanted to fly away, but then there was a rip on the sail, and then I crash landed...but I didn't do it!" Jim said, pointing to the tear on the sail.

"It is very dangerous to be out here all alone for such a young boy. Next time you go out, be sure to have a friend with you or your mother," the first one said.

"We know you didn't do anything wrong, and you are obviously upset. We will escort you home, but make sure that this doesn't happen again," the second one warned him.

"Don't worry. I promise you'll never have to take me home again," Jim was excited to know he'd be safe at home soon.

Sarah nearly had a heart attack when she saw her son in front of the two robo-cops and Jim's sad expression.

"Mom, I'm fine," Jim said.

"What happened?" Sarah asked.

"Mrs. Hawkins, we found your son alone away from town," the first robo-cop informed her.

"He is unharmed, but be sure not to let him go out alone without anyone again," the second one warned her.

"He could get hurt alone, and safety is our number one priority," the first one added.

"Take care now," said the second.

"Let's motor," the first said, and the two left.

"Jim, that won't happen again, will it?" Sarah asked.

"I promise it won't Mom," Jim said.

Sarah gasped at his cuts on his elbows, knees and face. "Honey, are you hurt?"

"I'll be ok, Mom," Jim said. "But I wanna go fix my solar surfer."

Sarah nodded and she watched from a window as her son began to repair his surfer.


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