I know these kind of stories have been written before, but this one is different. More...realistic, perhaps. I swear it's good. ;p Shameless self advertising. XD

Note I have the game for Treasure Planet for PS2 and you get to go to Treasure Planet itself and you see a lot more of what it apparently looks like, so I'm drawing more of my description from the game than the movie. It is a worthwhile game by the way. :)

I do not own Treasure Planet. Story is mine. :)

Delbert lowered Amelia to the jungle floor, one hand keeping her upper body from touching the ground, the other resting on her shoulder.

Amelia had her mouth open slightly, taking rapid short breaths like one does when they're in pain. One arm clutched the laser rifle like a lifeline.

"I, uh...permission to m-move you, Captain?" Delbert asked timidly.

Amelia swallowed. "Permission granted, Doctor." She said scratchily.

Delbert was reassured by this and picked her up with surprising ease.

"You're lighter than I expected." He thought allowed, eyes widening with immediate regret.

Amelia, still clutching the rifle with one hand with the other resting diagonally across her body didn't seemed very phased, only looking up at him with an emotionless face.

Delbert coughed awkwardly and looked around. He walked to a particularly mossy area and set Amelia on the ground, letting her lay against one of the mushroom like trees, which leaned low with age and dipped its head into a river of sorts, its course hidden by large bamboo-like stalks blocking their view. "Oh my..." Delbert mumbled, staring at his hand. It was covered in blood-Amelia's blood. Ruby red as her lips.

"Oh stop gawking you glorified pansy. You did say you were going to assist me, did you not? Or are you just a bloody liar as well as a coward?" Amelia growled, pushing herself up into a straighter sitting position with the rifle. Delbert blinked and looked at her, wiping the hand off on his coat.

"I, er, yes m-ma'am I'm sorry." He apologized, ignoring her rude comments. He came to her side and bent to his knees, wincing at the blood on Amelia's side. "I-I'm going to have to remove your j-jacket C-Captain."

Amelia raised one graceful eyebrow and nodded some, placing the rifle by her side and one handedly unbuttoning. She then removed her glove from a hand that was in some sort of pain, Delbert could tell. But when she tried to use the pained arm to remove the glove on her good hand, she failed.

"Ow! Blast and bother!" She cursed, grabbing the hurt arm and leaning over, which made her erupt into more curses. Delbert was concerned, but also curious. She did curse, but she didn't cuss. Words a mother would faint at that were usually used by spacers-at least according to the books Delbert had read- never came out. Just creative and colorful phrases that got the point across just as well...

"Uh, please, Captain calm yourself." Delbert interrupted her banter, putting a hand on her shoulder. She stopped and looked at him.

"I'll h-help you." He said, pointing to her gloved hand. She just nodded some and held her hand out to him. He took the tips of the middle and index fingers and held her arm up with the other, slowly pulling off the glove. He then set it down next too her other glove and turned his head, gazing at the blood soaking her side, going all the way up to her underarm.

"I...I'm going t-to need you t-to...remove your shirt, ma'am."

Amelia widened both eyes. "Well I thought you weren't that type of man, Doctor."

Delbert's face turned beat red. "I-I n-n-no...oh no, n-no I'm n-n-not m-ma'am I-"

"I'm just joking Doctor." Amelia chuckled, gripping at her chest before clearing her throat.

"...That wasn't nice." Delbert said, looking annoyed.

"I'm not the nicest woman, Doctor."

"You want me to help you or not?" He almost growled. Amelia perked her ears and then lowered them and looked down slightly.

"That's what I thought." He huffed slightly and slowly peeled Amelia's shirt from her. He, once having folded the shirt, did his best to avoid looking at her chest and began to examine the wound. Amelia sat silently. Delbert chanced a look at her chest and, the man in him taking over, gazed at it and the lacy black bra she was wearing as if in a trance. I would enjoy helping her anatomically... He thought, concealing a possibly suggestive grin.

"Quit admiring you bluggard. I may not have much modesty but I do request some remote respect." Amelia said hautily. Delbert shook his head, his entire face turning rosy.

"I-I-I-uh-s-s-sorry-I-" He gave up and looked down, continuing with the wound. Amelia was silent for a moment, just observing Delbert as his slowly and carefully, as if working with a porcelain doll, tended to her wound.

"May I ask you a question, Doctor?"

"Aye ma'am you may."

"Have you...ever been in a relationship with a woman?" She looked curious and amused.

Delbert moved his eyes and looked at her, smiling sheepishly. "I was married."

"Oh." She looked surprised.

He snorted. "I'm not that unattractive, Captain."

"Oh, no, no you're not unattractive." She said hastily, shaking her head.

"Oh, so you find me attractive?" He said teasingly while taking a white hanker chief from his pocket and walking to the edge of the river and dipping it in the water.

"Whot?! Oh, no, no, no I...uh..."

"Oh so I'm ugly then?" Delbert looked over his shoulder, taking secret pleasure in her obvious embarrassment.

"Oh, no I mean...blast you, Doctor." She pursed her lips while Delbert laughed. "I thought you were a blubbering idiot, where did that come from?"

Delbert smiled while coming over with the damp hanker chief. "Every man has his moments."

"You're not actually going to use that one me are you?!" Amelia looked alarmed, leaning away from the hanker chief.

"Oh, this? Well, yes I am."

"No bloody way you ignorant canine! That water is more than polluted- it's green for heavens sake!" She hissed when Delbert took a step towards her.

"Captain, the water isn't polluted...it's chocked full of minerals." Delbert said smoothly, crouching down beside her.

"How would you know that?! We know nothing of the plants here! Or the things in the-OUCH-ah...ahhh..."

Delbert had thrust the cloth upon her wound without warning and with surprising speed. It had stung, horribly. She'd flipped on her side but the cloth remained. Seconds later it was the most soothing thing she'd ever felt. She just lied there, motionless, breathing softly. Delbert watched with his brow furrowed worriedly, now afraid to touch her. A few minutes later Amelia sat up and somehow positioned herself against the mushroom once again.

"That...was brilliant Doctor." She murmured.

"...Thank you ma'am."

He came forward and took the rag off, ringing out the blood it had collected and repeating the earlier process, minus Amelia struggling. There was silence for several minutes.

"So...where is your ring?" Amelia asked casually, looking at Delbert's ring finger on his left hand. Delbert paused, eyes slowly turning to the ring-absent finger.

"I..."was" married, Captain." He said slowly, continuing his original tending of the wound.

"Oh...I'm sorry." Amelia mumbled quietly, feeling rather guilty she had brought up anything unpleasant for the man.

"It's fine. I've...mostly come to terms with it now."

"...When did she die?" Amelia blurted out, wishing she could take back her words. Delbert shook his head slightly.

"She's not dead Captain. She...left me." He shuddered and then continued.

"Why, who would leave you? Being completely honest, you're a very kind and gentle man." Amelia let some of her façade drift away, letting her full shock show and cocking her head to the side, curious.

Delbert seemed flattered. "She blames me for our son."

"...You have a child?" Amelia's shock rose even more.

"Aye...he's a teenager now..."

"...May I...ask what exactly caused her to-uh-what issues with your son um-"

"He's been condemned to a mental ward since he was five." Delbert said flatly, soaking the cloth once more and setting it on her side, where it stuck rather naturally.

Amelia was speechless. She tried to say something, but couldn't find words. This man...a bumbling idiot...a man with nothing but books in her mind...he had a son in, of all the Godforsaken places in the universe, a mental ward, a wife who left him because of this, and only God knows what other kind of issues...She immediately felt guilty, having teased the poor dog mercilessly almost the entire voyage to Treasure Planet.

"He sees things he shouldn't and refuses to be medicated...but he's a good lad, smart too." Delbert's tone didn't say he was upset, it was more talkative actually.

"That so?" Amelia said politely as Delbert began to help her get her shirt back on, the hanker chief remaining where it was.

"Aye. They teach the children in his ward...he's top of the class. They think that...if they can figure out how to get him to take medication or something of the sort, they...they're thinking they could send him to college." Delbert sounded proud. Amelia smiled, using one hand to tuck her shirt into her pants.

"That's wonderful. I bet you're very proud."

He nodded. "Indeed I am."

They continued chatting about Delbert's son, who Amelia found out was named Edmund, and Delbert continued to fix Amelia up, using another hanker chief to put her arm in a makeshift sling after he found it was sprained, and to prevent strain on her ribs, which were also damaged.

"So...have you any family?"

Amelia looked at him, rather startled. She forgot people actually asked her personal questions.

"I...well I do, but I don't."

Delbert looked confused. "How is that possible?"

"Well..." She stopped and bit her lip nervously. She really didn't speak of her past much...but...he did...

"You don't have to tell me if it is too painful, Captain." Delbert said while helping her get her coat on and gloves, taking off and replacing the sling.

"I...thank you." Was all she said, looking down.

Then followed another silence, awkward and unpleasant. Delbert wondered how Amelia could have family, but not. Was she an adopted child, perhaps? Maybe it was a spiritual thing... He glanced at her, but she hadn't moved. It was a good half hour before Jim showed up, out of breath, holding a gun in one hand.

"Doc, Doc!" He exclaimed, stopping at the couple and leaning over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

"Mister Hawkins!" Amelia raised her head and eyebrows. "Good God boy, what's chasing you?"

Jim gulped. "Nothing ma'am." He coughed dryly. Suddenly a rusted robot with a compass built into his middle and two very large green eyes that blinked rapidly at the sight of her and Delbert.

"LIVING THINGS!" He shouted, tackling Delbert and causing him to knock poor Amelia to the side. Delbert growled and pried the robot off of him before helping withering Amelia to sit up again. The robot, seeming to register she was injured, slunk back.

"Oh my gosh! I am so, so sorry I didn't even know that-I-is she ok? I bet she's ok she looks like a strong lady and-"

"Who the HELL are you?!" Delbert demanded, a hand resting on Amelia's shoulder.

"Oh, oh I'm..uh..." The robot blinked and looked to Jim. "Who am I, Larry?"

"It's Jim, Ben. Jim." Jim stood up, dusting himself off and smacking Ben upside the head. "Doc-wait Captain are you alright?"

"Peachy." She responded sarcastically.

"...Right. Um, anyway you guys this is Ben, he's...a marooned robot. But he's got a place for us to stay! And-get this- he used to be Captain Flint's robot."

Amelia perked her ears. "Captain Nathaniel Flint's robot? That's you?"

Ben nodded. "Uh huh. He was moody."

"Why...that...that means-"

"It all must be true." Delbert finished, grinning wildly.

Amelia had the same expression, but it was quickly replaced with pain and she curled herself into a ball. Waves of hot, stinging pain had suddenly began to attack her body. It felt as if her ribs were trying to jump out of her body, blood leaked from her wound. She could barely breath. She then felt herself being unwrapped and two hands pressed to her ribcage. It was painful at first, but the pain ceased. She opened her eyes, which blearily met Delbert's. He looked worried.

"C'mon. Lets get to this sanctuary you speak of." She heard him say. She felt a migraine forming and closed her eyes, whimpering. She hated being weak, but wasn't one too stubborn to fight when the best option was to submit.

"Ok, it's this way...are you going to-"

"I'm going to carry her, Jim." Delbert interrupted. Amelia felt herself being lifted, adjusted, and was soon relaxed. She was being held by Delbert as if she were his bride, her head resting on his chest. He had just began walking when she slowly blacked out.