Here it is! Chapter 3! Thank you TMNTdisneyfan2013, and Silverwolf407 for reviewing! (And Roaming Spirit for the PM messages) Enjoy the story!
Jim was still shaking his head when they de-borded the space ferry. They were met by Delbert, waiting in his carriage. He waved them over, and they jumped in, Delbert looked dissapointed at Ben being there, but being an optimistic, that quickly dissapeared,
"So, the ferry ride went well?" Delbert asked.
"Swell." Sarah said, then smirked at Jim, "I think Jim has a crush on a certain navy captain!" Sarah teased.
"Ma!" Jim exclaimed.
"Ah young love! Makes me think of lupe and me. She was my first date ever you know. Yeah...It was 1670 and I'd just gotten her to go out with me..." Ben continued to ramble on about Lupe, annoying everyone.
Except Jim, who honestly didn't hear a word of it. He was to busy thinking. About the messages in the stars. Especilly one in particular.
'She's the one.'
Amelia finished her report to the navy, and caught a ferry to her own home. If she'd taken time to look up at the stars, she would have seen very simular messages as Jim. But she stayed below deck, away from the large crowd that saw freasher air above. She sighed with relief when her feet touched the ground of Montresser.
She caught a taxi to take her the 10 miles to the Montressian apartment that she had lived at with Mr. Arrow since he'd rescued her, and unlocked the door. She was greeted by Tom, Arrow's old tabby cat he'd had before she'd lived there.
"Hey Tom! Miss me boy?" Amelia asked, slowly bending down and petting the grey colored feline.
Very ironic, Amelia being half cat, and Arrow having a cat for a pet. But that just ment they got along all the better. He wandered where he liked, and would feed himself when they were on voyages. He was, had been, Amelia's only 'Friend' beside's Arrow until Jim. Amelia went to her room, which she'd painted navy blue, and put away her things.
She painfully changed into a different shirt. Red to hide the gash that was now bleeding again, and threw away the old shirt. She then grabbed her wallet, and went out to catch a taxi. If she didn't go to the Doctor's, she was dead meat. Reaching the hospitle, she jumped out, apyed her fare, and walked inside. The desk woman looked up, and smiled. Reconizing Amelia Immidetly.
"Well, Miss Smollet. Doctor Anderson told me you would come sometime today. He's expecting you in his office."
Amelia nodded politly, and walked to the all to familular office of The one Dr. Quinn Anderson. She entered, immidetly greeted by the smirking figure of Quinn, holding his checkboard, and wearing his white doctors coat.
"Well, since I know you have a serring dislike for me, lets get this done quickly as possible now. Shall we?"
He said quickly. Amelia just nodded solomly, shutting the door behind her. Quinn examined her side, making notes on his clipboard, then, since she'd never allow him to do so, gave her some wet rags to clean up the very deep gash in her side. He then put some medican on that, and wrapped her torso tightly in bandages.
He left the room momentairily so Amelia may wrap the bandages to her best ability across her chest, which needed to be done so that they would stay om, and because she did get some gashes on her chest as well. When he returned, he gave her her dignocious, finally.
"Well, Miss. Smollet. Once again you managed to get yourself pretty torn up. Luckily your lung didn't get punctured this time, just the weight of three broken ribs resting on it is what made it hard to breath. Your side, and chest, are very shredded. But should heal long as you keep the bandages on. You broke every rib on your right side," He smirked,
"New record." Amelia glared.
"Beside's that, you we're just simpily exhausted, and that's what caused an extent of your injuries. That crew was mighty stressful apperently." Amelia sighed,
"You don't know the half of it." He chuckled, much to Amelia's annoyance. He handed her a prescription medicantion bottle.
"These are painkillers, take one whenever a sudden pain flashes through your body, and always one before bed. Don't sleep on your side, sleep on your back, or your other side. And you must, no arguments, have someone check up on you each day, or stay with someone you know. I am clear?" Amelia sighed,
"Yes." Amelia said, pocketing the medication. Quinn nodded in satisfaction, "Then I'll let you go." Amelia started walking away, before she was stopped by Quinn's hand on her shoulder. she turned,
"And Miss. Smollet." he said, "Absolutly NO voyages for a year." Amelia's eye's widened, "A Year!" She exclaimed loudly, "A whole bloody year? Good god man, I've been more scratched up then this and gone back to sailing soon as I got the bandages off, and I had no problems!"
Quinn gave her a warning look, "Your bandages will be off in six months. The way you broke your ribs is quite scary in a way. That, and your mentle health needs it to." Amelia looked confused.
"What the hell does my mentle health have to do with this?" She asked in a growing anger,
"I'm perfectly sain!" She exclaimed even louder then before.
"Calm down, see that's exactly what I mean. Your to high strung!" Amelia glared at him. He sighed, "Look, Amelia." He said in a light tone, Amelia didn't lash out at him because she did hate him, but she also knew he and, Arrow had both been friends.
"Before Arrow found you we had been friends for 20yrs. I've been a Doctor for 25. Amelia, you are barely 15. At your age most teenagers are out with friends, enjoying themselves, being a bit rowdy. Doing what they can at their age because their young enough to do it. You, you lived on the streets, never assciated with anyone until you met Arrow.
"Now your 15. I talked with Arrow. He was worrying about you. He knew you went solar surfing sometimes, but avoided the groups and went out on your own. Your only 'friend' so to speak was that damn cat of his. And him. You never went out, you never dated, nothing, your a workaholic, in a unhealthy way. Your overly stressed for a woman your age. You need to relax, and at least TRY to socialize."
Amelia breathed to controll her temper, "I space because I love it. It's my job and I'm commited to it." Quinn sighed,
"Your still stressed. A year off. No arguments. Arrow's relitives arn't fond of you I know, so try to find-"
"I already did." Amelia said. Quinn raised an eyebrow,
"Jim Hawkins. He was the boy who found the map to Treasure Planet." Quinn smirked,
"Ah yes. He was my patient one time after a solar surfing accident." He gave her teasing look, "Charming lad. You made a good choice." Amelia blushed uncontrollbally while looked quite pissed off.
Quinn chuckled, "It is my orders, no spaceing for at least a year. I already faxed it to the Insteller navy base on Credistantia spaceport. Good day Amelia." Amelia nodded his way.
"Same to you, Doctor."
She said through clenched teeth as she walked out. She cursed out Quinn, the navy, and her own stupidity under her breath as she left. She decided that since she was bandaged up, she'd walk to her apartment. When she finally reached it, she was so exhausted, she took a painkiller, and curled up on the couch, falling asleep almost instantly.
When they reached the mansion, Jim immidetly went out on his solar surfer, but his mind wasn't focused on flying, which is what earned his a nasty scratch, and a lecture from his mother when he came home. He was thinking of Amelia. That night as he lie in bed, he wondered what this was going to be like.
"Maybe i could show her around town. She is friendless..." He thought as he drifted off to sleep.
"Well, except for me..." He added as an afterthought.
Enjoy! I hope you like it! I do not own treasure planet!
