A/N: Okay, so I finally got to uploading my second chapter. And guess what? Jim is now going to show. I'm sorry about not putting him in the first chapter I uploaded but this story really needed a prologue. Anyway, Enjoy!

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Chapter 1

First Impressions

Young men and women were everywhere saying goodbye to their families. Some were teary eyed, blubbering messes while still others were stiff and almost too formal. Most, on the other hand were relatively normal with minimal crying and many loving hugs to go around. This was how Jim said goodbye to his mother before leaving to attend his classes at the Interstellar Academy. His mother wasn't sobbing or carrying on like one woman he had seen earlier. No, she had herself composed so as not to embarrass her son in front of his new classmates. A few tears had escaped her eyes and had slid down her cheeks but she immediately wiped them away and regained the broad smile upon her lips.

Eighteen year old Jim Hawkins, clad in his white and gold Academy uniform, stood in front of the Academy with his dark blue duffel bag strapped over his shoulder. He had grown taller over the past view years and was now stood two inches above his mother. His bangs had grown back after he cut it for basic training though he didn't let his ponytail grow again. Jim gripped the strap of his duffel bag and smiled down at his mother.

"Jee-wiz mom, you didn't cry half this much when I was going away with the doctor here three years ago," Jim commented, motioning to Dr. Delbert Doppler, who stood at the left side of her.

The good doctor normally would have come with his wife, the quick witted Captain Amelia, but someone had to watch their children and seeing as Delbert had known Jim longer than she, he was the one to see him off. Having four children though, she needed some help so Amelia was staying at the Benbow inn with B.E.N. who was running the place while Sarah was away.

Sarah Hawkins just gave a short laugh and pushed a strand of brown hair out of her son's face, just like she had always done.

"Jim, I'm crying because I'm proud of you," she responded. "Not because I think I'll never see you again."

Jim smiled at that comment. He was, in fact, excited to be going to the Academy and was happy that it made his mother proud. He made a promise to himself to work as hard as he could so he wouldn't disappoint her anymore. He was determined to become the best officer and pilot in the school just for her.

With one last hug, Jim walked up the stairs leading to the large white building that was to be his new home. As he walked away, he heard Delbert yell after him, "Good luck Jim! Don't forget to write!"

Jim smiled and shook his head; the man was almost as bad as his mother. When he reached the top of the steps, Jim turned around and waved goodbye for the last time. He watched his mother and Delbert leave in the taxi they had arrived in then began walking backward as he watched them leave.

As soon as they were out of sight, Jim began to turn around but before he could he bumped into something solid. Surprised, he swiftly turned around and came face to face with a young girl who was only an inch or so taller than himself. She had short blonde hair that seemed rather spiky but waved over to the left side of her head. She was extremely skinny but didn't look malnourished. In fact, she looked rather fit and strong. Her nose looked to be a little too small for her face and her forehead sloped backward more than a normal person's should. Right under her left eye she had two small freckles that looked like ditto marks. To all appearences, she was not very beautiful and not attractive. She wasn't ugly either; she just seemed to be in the middle of pretty and ugly on the looks scale. Her eyes, on the other hand, were the most striking part of her. They were large and a perfectly shaped. Their color was the most intense green Jim had ever seen. Never before had he seen something so green. It seemed that they didn't need any contrasting color to be so bright. He could only imagine what they would have looked like had this girl had red hair. The one thing that put Jim off about this girl was that her face had a look of pure anger plastered upon it. Her angry gaze caused Jim to take a step back from shock.

"Hey!" she yelled, "Watch where you're going!"

"I'm sorry," Jim apologized politely, "It was an accident."

"Well, maybe if you weren't so clumsy, you wouldn't cause any more accidents," She said as she glared at him.

Jim was taken aback by her attitude. All he did was accidently bump into her and she blew up in his face. He was about to come back with a retort but she had already turned on her heel and walked through the large wooden front doors of the Academy. Mouth agape and in total shock, Jim just stood there for a few moments before he shook his head and followed her through the doors. He stepped into the entrance hall and looked around at his new school.

Off to the right was a reception desk and sitting behind it was an elderly woman with brown skin and four arms talking on the phone and recording something on a piece of paper placed in front of her. On the left, was a large bulletin board that had various advertisements and announcements pinned with thumb tacks. The white, marble hallway ran forward before it branched off it opposite directions and the wall directly in front of the entrance had a sign that gave directions to newcomers.

Looking around the hallway, Jim made his way to the direction-giving sign on the opposite wall. Looking it over, he took the left hallway and made his way to the dorms to find his room. He followed the hallway through its many turns and finally came to another fork with another directional sign that read "Girl's Dorms" with an arrow pointing to the right and "Boy's Dorms" with an arrow pointing left. Turning left again, Jim took out a tiny slip of paper that had his room number written on it and read it over.

"Room number 106, first floor," he read out loud, "Shouldn't be too hard."

Jim adjusted the strap of his duffle bag on his shoulder and made his way through the corridor of dorm rooms. Occasionally he would look back down at the paper in his hands but most of the time his head would be turning from side to side, searching for the golden numbers 106 painted on one of the many red doors.

A minute passed, and then fifteen as Jim searched the maze of Dorm rooms. He had been looking for his room for almost a half-hour without any luck. As he took a right down another hallway, he could have sworn that he had been through it already. He must have gone in circles the entire time and not have known it.

Heaving a tired sigh, Jim walked over to one of the windows that looked out over the green grass of the courtyard. He dropped his bag on the floor and leaned his back against the wall. Sliding slowly down to the ground, Jim stretched his legs out and lightly banged the back of his head against the wall. He wished that Morph had come with him. He could have used the little pink blob right about now. Being hopelessly lost in his new home, the little shape shifter could have morphed into a compass, a map, anything that would get him back on track. Not to mention a little company. Being lost by one's self was no fun at all. But the school policy was strictly no pets allowed and unfortunately Morph was considered a pet.

The light from the afternoon sun blazed through the window while Jim just sat on the floor, exhausted and lost, hoping that by some miracle, his room would just jump out in front of him. Just as he thought that he would have to sleep out in the hall that night, he heard a voice break the lonely silence.

"Excuse me, but do you need some help?"

Jim cracked an eye open and his gaze fell upon a rather large being, as one could call it, standing just on the other side of the hall. He was incredibly tall, about seven and a half feet in height and wore the same boring white uniform as Jim. His skin was a green scaly texture and his feet were huge with large talons extruding form each of his six toes. He rested on two strong built legs that were similar to the back legs of a dragon. A long and powerful tail was flicking around behind him and his broad shoulders seemed to be placed far forward on his torso giving his back a hunched appearance. He had only four fingers on each of his hands but each finger sported a two inch claw that looked as if it could slice through rock. His face was that of a lizard, with bright yellow eyes and slit pupils and large spiky scales that ran from the top of his head to the base of his neck where they extended down to his mid back like a Mohawk and ponytail combination. To all appearances, this student looked to be threatening in all aspects, but after meeting the pirate John Silver, Jim knew he couldn't judge a book by its cover. He gave a slight laugh and stood back up to his full height, which barely made it up to the lizard-man's shoulders.

"Yeah," Jim replied, "I'm a little lost. I can't seem to find my dorm room. The number is 106." As he talked, he handed the student the slip of paper with his room number written on it.

The student looked at the paper and smiled as best a lizard-man could smile, showing his sharp white teeth. To Jim it looked as if he was about to devour live prey.

"No prob," the student said nicely, "That's my room. Come on, I'll show you where it is. My name is Frank by the way, Frank Skivonovitch. Nice to meet you..?"

"Uh, thanks. I'm Jim Hawkins," he replied, slightly surprised. Frank seemed like such a dull name for someone who looked like they could kill you at any second. Not to mention that it seemed a little plain compared to his last name. But he wasn't one to judge people unless they gave him a really good reason to, like that girl he bumped into out front.

"You're the Jim Hawkins? You're the guy who found Treasure Planet?" Frank was in awe. He looked like he was completely and utterly star-struck. But, not one second later Frank recovered and was shaking Jim's hand with great enthusiasm. "You have no idea what a great honor this is. I mean, your Jim Hawkins!"

Jim was shocked, to say the least. He didn't know that he had such fans out beyond Montressor. Back home people would just congratulate him and ask how his voyage went. He would entertain the children at the Benbow of stories from his trip for hours. But to be actually thought of as a celebrity was a bit much for him. He had to almost shove Frank away from him before he could get a word in edge wise.

"Yeah, I'm the guy. Now, could you please take me to the room?" Jim said a little annoyed.

"Oh, right. Here, follow me," Frank motioned with his hand the direction to go and walked away, all the while muttering to himself things like "Wow, Jim Hawkins" or "Wait until mom hears about this!"

Frank lead Jim back the exact way he had come. At least, he thought it was the way he had come. He had gotten himself so hopelessly lost in this labyrinth that he didn't know exactly where he was anymore. Leading the way across the white marble flooring, Jim could hear Frank's talons scratch the floor with every step he took. His tail would snake along behind him, narrowly missing Jim's legs. He was sure that if he did hit them, he would have broken a bone or two.

After wasting away his afternoon, Jim finally made it to his room. Frank opened the door with his key and both young men walked in. There were two beds in the room, both up against the wall but on opposite sides of the room. On the right side of the room stood a bed with the sheets thrown out of place and clothes strewn about all over the floor and a desk rested at the foot of the messy bed and was covered with papers which looked to be letters written from family members. A small dresser leaned against the wall where the door stood and had a couple drawers open with clothes inside that looked to have been absent-mindedly thrown in. Straight across from the red door was another door that stood ajar. Inside was a clean bathroom complete with a shower that looked as if it had been recently used. The second bed lay against the left wall and was neatly made with red sheets lined with gold and white. A window let the late afternoon sun shine through and warm up the small cot. A second desk lay at the foot of the neat bed and was devoid of any mess. In fact, there was nothing on it. The entire left side of the room seemed to have been untouched.

"That's your bed," Frank pointed to the left side of the room where the open window let in a cool autumn breeze.

It was quite obvious to Jim which bed was his. This Frank character seemed nice but lacking in the social skills department. Nodding his head, Jim placed his large duffle bag on his bed and began to unpack all his clothes. Tossing each article of clothing haphazardly next to his bag, he paused, slightly confused. There was no dresser or closet for him to store his clothes. It was either randomly about the room or under the bed. Frank seemed to notice his dilemma and kindly told him that his dresser was shoved back in the bathroom.

"Do you need help getting it out?" Frank asked, eager to help.

"Huh? Oh, yeah," Jim nodded and walked into the bathroom, ready to push and shove the large dresser into place.

Frank moved his bulk through the door and into the bathroom, all the while constantly bumping into the wall and tripping over his own tail. Twice he turned himself completely around by hitting his shoulder against the doorframe. The guy was an absolute mess when it came to getting himself anywhere. Jim immediately remembered trying to follow him to the room. Frank nearly tripped him and broke his legs with that tail of his. He just never seemed to know where all of his limbs were at any given moment. It was as if he couldn't keep track of them all.

Finally, Frank got himself situated enough to where he could grip the dresser. But Jim, on the other hand, was having second thoughts about him helping. Never the less, he shrugged it off and started to lift and shove the large wooden piece of furniture out of the bathroom.

Many stubbed toes and muttered curses later, the dresser was safely out of the bathroom and next to Jim's bed and he was in a good mood. Just seeing Frank drop the dresser on his foot or him tripping over his tail made Jim chuckle. The sight was downright comical and only got increasingly entertaining every time it happened. Frank was in good spirits as well. Being laughed at by Jim or hurting himself by his own clumsiness didn't seem to dampen his spirits. In fact, whenever Jim would laugh at him, Frank would just join right in. He didn't seem to be agitated and instead took everything with good humor.

Jim flopped himself down on his bed, tired from the labor he had just finished. Wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, Jim leaned over on his side to face Frank.

"So, how long have you been going here?" he asked.

"I just started, like you. But I moved in yesterday with the help of my dad." Frank replied.

"Does he live close by?"

"Oh yeah. He actually works here. He teaches the mechanics class."

"Awesome. Then I should get to know him real well."

"Really? Why?"

"I'm great with machines so I'll be taking a lot of his classes."

"Wow, I wish I knew my way around machines. I've got none of my dad's talent. The only thing I'm good at is math and science. So I guess it's a good thing that I plan on majoring in Navigation. I would never make it in anything else."

Jim rolled over onto his back and put his arms behind his head. "Hah. I'm sure you're not that bad. I mean sure, your clumsy and all but you're not stupid." As soon as he finished his sentence, a rather loud grumbling sound erupted from his stomach area.

"I guess that means you're hungry," Frank observed and chuckled deep within his throat. Jim thought it sounded more like a faraway thunder storm than a small laugh.

"Yeah. You want to go get something to eat?"

Frank nodded and both young men exited their dorm room and back out into the maze of hallways. Jim let Frank lead since he seemed to know his way around better than he did. The thought struck him as odd right there and he wondered why he didn't ponder it before.

"Hey Frank," Jim asked while narrowly avoiding his long and powerful tail, "How is it that you know your way around this place so well and we both just got here?"

"Simple," Frank answered while remaining oblivious to the fact that he was practically making Jim dance behind him, "Since my dad works here, he would bring me with him on weekends when my mom went to work. Sometimes we would play hide and seek here so I got to know the layout rather well."

"Rather well? If I didn't know better I'd say you lived here,"

"I do live here."

"Oh yeah…"

Deciding to walk next to the seven and a half foot lizard instead of behind him where he had to dodge a lashing tail, Jim jogged up to Franks left side. They turned one last corner and Jim could hear the chattering of other students gathered in the mess hall. Frank pushed open one of the two swinging doors and both young men entered into the noise and chaos that was their dining room for the next four or so years.

There were at least ten long tables that spanned across the whole room where students sat and chatted with their friends. Near the back of the mess hall was a long line of other students waiting to get their food. Where the line finally ended, Jim could barely see. Only if he jumped could he see over all the kid's heads to the end of the line.

"Oh great," Jim mumbled as both he and Frank slowly made their way over to get their place in line. Frank stood in front of him while he got the last place. His stomach growled louder as if it knew how long it had to wait to be satisfied.

The line moved slowly, too slowly for Jim's liking and he began to fear that the kitchen would run out of food before he reached it. No one had gotten in line behind him and it seemed as if he was going to be the last person in the school to be fed. His thoughts were interrupted as one last person got in line behind him and he almost laughed for the poor person that had waited that long for the line to die down.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. 'I-have-eyes-in-the-back-of-my-head-so-I-can-walk-backward,'" the person behind him said in a very annoyingly mocking tone of voice.

Jim groaned. He knew that voice. He turned to meet his fate as he came face to face with the girl he had accidentally bumped into earlier that afternoon. She had an evil, if almost satisfied smirk on her lips and she stood there with her arms crossed. She stood with her legs far apart for good balance and her back straight, behind him in the line.

"Yeah, well, sorry to disappoint you but there will be no more 'walking backward' tricks today so why don't you go yell at someone else," Jim replied sarcastically, hoping to ignore her for the rest of the time in the line. He was in no mood for her angry remarks.

"Naw, really? I was hoping you could show me again and maybe this time you could knock some poor kid's lunch out of his hands." Her voice grew angrier with every word she spoke as if she had some personal grudge against him.

Frustrated, Jim turned to face her. "Look, I don't know why you are so mad at me. All I did was accidentally bump into you outside and now you have this personal vendetta against me! I don't even know who you are!"

"My name is Kelly Watchman, thanks for asking! And what might your name be?" she asked angrily.

"I'm Jim Hawkins. Thanks for asking!"

"So you're Jim Hawkins, the supposed finder of Treasure planet. Hey, if you really did fond it that what are you doing here instead of rolling in the dough, huh?"

"Are you saying you don't believe me? Why would I lie about something like that?"

"So you can be famous, why else?"

"Is that what you think? That I just wanted the fame?"

"Hey Jim," Frank had come and tapped him on the shoulder; "The lines moving again and you're drawing a crowd."

A/N: And there you have it! Next chapter coming when I feel like it! Oh yeah, and here's a helpful hint. If you want it sooner, than you might want to review more. I was quite dissapointed with the first set. Only one? Come one people! I know you can do better! Oh yeah, just so you know, the title might change because I don't like it very much. So if you can't find it, just look harder!