Greetings, readers! Ok, so this is my very first fanfic as you probably know if you've seen my bio, and I don't know if I'm good at writing or not. I've always loved the movie, Treasure Planet, and have been a fierce believer that JIM NEEDS A GIRL. So, this is my own 'sequel' to the movie. If you like the story, please review, anonymous or not. Writers, you will probably agree with me when I say reviews do help! Thanks to HowCouldThisHappenToMe for being my first reviewer, and helping me with her suggestions. I'd also like to mention my inspiration, Whisperwings. She is a great story writer! I greatly recommend reading her stories! Anyway, enough of my uninteresting blabbing, here's the second chapter! I'll post more if I get more reviews (hint hint).
Chapter 2
~~~~~~~Next day~~~~~~~
Jim woke to the sounds of birds chirping, and someone yelling.
Yelling?
Jim was a very curious person, but alas, he was not a morning person; he had to pep talk himself into getting out of bed. Rubbing his eyes, he gazed out of his window, which overlooked the town below. His eyes followed a group of boys around his age surround a girl, giving the impression they were harassing her. Jim's eyes widened and narrowed as he recognized the girl as Sam. When he saw one of the guys grab her arm, Jim lost it. Throwing on a leather jacket and pulling on his combat boots, he ran out into the hall and dashed down the stairs.
"Oh, good morn-"Sarah said as she saw her son, but Jim paid no attention. Instead, he sprinted outside and looked around wildly, trying to spot the girl. When he saw the group, he started stomping toward them, about to yell for the guys to go away and leave Sam alone, but then he found out he didn't need to.
Getting closer, he heard Sam growl "Don't. Touch. Me," and as she did, she punched the nose of the guy who was holding her arm so hard, blood started squirting out. His cohorts were enraged as they started throwing out accurate punches and kicks. But, to no avail, for Sam expertly and easily dodged, and kicked each guy's sweet spot.
Soon, she was the only one standing and Jim was once again looking like a complete blockhead and staring at her.
"Oh it's you again. Hey Jim," Sam greeted as if she had not just beat up five guys almost twice her size.
"Uh…wow! Where did you…you know…learn that?" Jim asked. A sad look flickered across Sam's face, but it let so quickly, Jim wondered if he had imagined it. He knew he hadn't when Sam's voice cracked as she muttered "Long story."
Today, he noticed she was wearing a spaghetti tank top again, but this one was purple with a white skull in a red heart. She was also wearing a black and purple plaid skirt and black combat boots.
Just then, her stomach growled and Sam turned red with embarrassment. Jim however, chuckled and said, "Could I treat you to breakfast?"
"Um…sure…" the girl replied uncertainly. Jim led her back to the Benbow.
"You stay at an inn?" Sam asked, perplexed.
"Yeah. My mom runs it," Jim replied. When they entered, they were welcomed with the usual sight of people and creatures enjoying their breakfast. Sam breathed deeply and sighed at the smell of Sarah's wonderful cooking.
"Jim! Where on Montressor have you been?! You go running outside without so much as a 'good morning'! You didn't even tell me where you were dashing off to!" Sarah scolded. As she continued to berate Jim without noticing Sam, Jim shrank lower and lower, very embarrassed. Sam stood back and watched all this with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
When Sarah finally finished, she noticed Sam for the first time.
"Jim? Who's this?" Sarah asked.
"Oh, this is-"Jim started.
"I'm Sam. Friend o' Jim's," Sam explained.
"She's also really hungry, Mom. Could you get her something to eat?" Jim put in.
"What would you like?" Sarah asked the girl, giving her apologetic looks for Jim's behavior.
"Surprise me," answered Sam. Sarah nodded and went to the kitchen. Jim started to guide Sam to a table, and then noticed the girl had already sat down.
Jim went to sit down across from her, determined to find out where the sad look had come from.
"So…you gonna tell me where you learned to fight?" he asked. Sam glared, an action she performed very well, with help from her shockingly bright and green eyes and the thick, black eyeliner surrounding them.
"What's it to you?" she demanded.
"Look, if you don't want to tell me, that's cool. But I'd like to help, if I can," Jim said.
Sam gave him another hard look then sighed. "As I said before, it's a looooong story. Let me know if you get bored," she said. Jim nodded encouragingly.
"Well, right now, I live alone in my own apartment room," she started.
"How do you pay rent?" interrupted Jim.
"Odd jobs, here and there," Sam answered.
"I was born an orphan. I don't know anything about my father, or if I even had one. My mom died in giving birth to me, so I never knew her either. The hospital sent me to an orphanage to be cared for. I hated it there. They never fed us enough and the nights were always cold; the beds didn't have blankets.
"I ran away from that horrible place when I was eight. I didn't know where to go, so I lived on the streets, eating from trash cans. But other kids always picked on me and often times, there were physical fights. By the time I was ten, I could street fight really well, well enough to defend myself and win every fight I fought. Then, my life changed when I was eleven years old.
"I had been sitting on the edge of a road, shivering in my thin rags. Then, a young woman walked by. She was Japanese, and as she walked by, she saw me. She asked if I was cold, and I answered yes. Then she asked if I was hungry, and I said yes. She held out her hand and told me she could take care of me. I was unsure at first, but then I thought, Well I got nothing to lose, and so I took her hand. Besides, I was pretty sure I could take her if she tried to harm me. When we got to her place, she told me I would have to take a bath if I wanted any food. I resisted at first, but then she promised me I would feel better. I gave in, and she was right, I felt loads better. When I was finished she wrapped me up in a soft towel, and gave me some clothes to wear.
"I had no idea where she got them from, but I thought it better if I didn't ask. When I finished changing, she gave me some warm soup and then tucked me into bed with her. I was a bit uncomfortable and embarrassed, but I didn't think it right to complain. Then, I ended up staying with her."
At this point, Sarah came out carrying a bowl of steaming hot, coincidentally, soup.
"Thanks!" said Sam, taking her spoon and "digging in" (how do you do that with soup?). Jim waited patiently, and when Sam was done, he asked "And then?"
Wiping her mouth, she continued "I ended up staying with her.
"I never asked her name, but I took to calling her Auntie. I found out she was a martial arts master, and a few months after she took me in, she started teaching me in the different martial arts she knew, karate, tai chi, and tae kwon do. Because of my street fighting experience, I quickly excelled. She was also a very skilled engineer, so she also educated me in technology, engineering, and the like. I was happy. I loved my life.
"But that happiness didn't last forever. When I was sixteen, Auntie died in a car crash." Here, Sam's eyes filled with tears, and she blinked them back, not wanting to cry in front of a BOY she just recently met.
"Anyway, I left and used my money saved up from the allowances Auntie gave me to rent an apartment. I've lived there since, doing jobs like waitressing, and cleaning up at stores and other place. What you saw today was a blend of street fighting and traditional martial arts. I keep my skills sharp by practicing every day," she finished.
"Where did you get your name?" asked Jim.
"Auntie named me. She said she had a friend of hers who, in her words, 'looked exactly like me', so she named me after her," explained Sam. She got up from her seat, thanked Jim and Sarah for the meal, and left. Jim kept sitting and gazed after Sam as she walked out.
"Jim! Could you take the trash out please?" called Sarah from the kitchen.
"Sure," Jim called back and proceeded to pick up the hefty bag. Swinging it over his shoulder, he walked outside. After setting the bag down by the road, he started to walk back to the inn (it's a way away from the road). The day was peaceful, there was no one outside, and it was quiet except for the occasional sounds: dogs barking, birds chirping, and people crying.
Wait, crying?
Jim stopped to listen. Sure enough, he could hear quiet sobs coming from behind the tool shed. He crept up to listen, and peeked around. Sam was there, leaning against the shed and curled up in a ball, crying. Jim's heart went out to her and he wanted to comfort her, but he got the feeling that Sam was like him; she didn't want to be seen crying, or seem vulnerable. He quietly edged away and went back to the inn, Sam on his mind the rest of the day.
