I have taken a few extra days off due to being sick. I cannot control my physical health. So I am sorry but it was out of my control. Here is chapter 7. I had extra time to think, so this chapter might, hopefully, be better than it might have been. I do not own any of the characters in this story. Disney owns them all, except my own characters. Please Review! Enjoy!

Jim Hawkins awoke with a start and took in a sharp breath. The vivid images, of the nightmare he had just had, clung to his memory as he tried to shake them away with a sweaty hand. Soft light from the starry sky shone in through the thin bedroom curtains. A slight breeze lifted the curtain as if to gently dust them with is breath.

Shoving the blanket back from over his hot body, Jim lay listening to the soft hum of the fan that spun, unseen, above him. It sounded in his sleepy mind like the calm gentle lapping of a wave running from the sandy beach. It would have even lulled him back into slumber, but at the next moment, an arm from the other side of the bed grabbed Jim's left arm and a cry shook the bedroom.

"Jim, get the baby." His wife, Kimberly moaned as she drowsily shook his arm. Totally alert now, Jim yawned and climbed out of the queen size bed. The dark shape in the corner of the bedroom that held the screaming infant was illuminated faintly by a star shaped nightlight.

The over tired baby became quiet as if a strange magic had over come his desire to cry when Jim lifted him up out of the crib. Patting the small baby on the back and pacing slowly from one end of the room to the other, Jim comforted his son.

Finally after an hour of pacing and gentle rocking, the baby fell into a deep slumber. Carefully walking back to the crib, Jim placed the baby under the snowy white blanket. A soft sigh escaped the sleeping infant's pink lips and Jim smiled at the innocence present in his son.

Early the next morning Jim and Kimberly awoke to their son screaming for attention and his breakfast. Both tired parents groaned in unison and climbed out of the bed that they had planned to sleep in till 7 am.

Jim unhurriedly dressed as Kimberly fed the baby.

"Are you going to work today?" Kimberly asked as she rocked and nursed little Victor.

Jim nodded, still to asleep to dare a response. "Great, I'll go down to see your mom and see if Ben can baby sit Vic while I go shopping. Maybe I'll pick up a ham or something for supper."

"That sounds good. Don't forget that we need some fruit. Perps are good." Jim finished buttoning his shirt and tucked it into his uniform pants. "Hand me my jacket would you?" He asked his wife who was sitting next to the stand it hung on. She reached over and pulled it from the wooden hanger.

"Here." After throwing it in his direction Kimberly resumed nursing the baby. Jim caught the uniform jacket and slipped it on, doing its eight buttons into a straight line. "You look so distinguished in that uniform, Jim. Or shall I say Ensign James Hawkins." She added in a strict deep voice sounding very much like Jim's senior officer, Major Denrey. He gave her a small smile that ended with a yawn.

"Yeah, yeah. Remember is not Ensign yet, just junior Ensign." Kimberly snorted.

"What's half a star?" Jim shot her a strict look over his shoulder.

"It's what keeps me at a desk instead of on a ship." Kimberly smiled.

"I like you having a desk job." She didn't look up to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I know." He set his tri-cornered hat on his head. "Actually I was not planning on going to Navy Headquarters today. Doc wanted me to help him with some research he is doing. Something about human emotion. I'm the only human that would volunteer to answer any of his questions, so I'm gonna swing by the Doppler Mansion and see if I can't get it out of the way." Kimberly finished with Victor and handed him off the Jim.

"Guess it would be bad to have to do it tomorrow, huh?" she asked casually as she pulled her nightgown off and reached for her dress. Jim shrugged.

"I don't really want to have him begging me all month." Victor clapped his hands together and sneezed, causing both of his parents to share a brief chuckle.

"Come here baby." Kimberly cooed as she finished buttoning her dress and offered to take Victor from Jim.

"Oh, no. You are gonna make me breakfast. I'll get him dressed." Kimberly shrugged and leaned forward across the bed she was making to kiss her son's head.

"Gruel sound good." Jim grimaced.

"Call it porridge, please. It sounds better."

After a quick breakfast of runny gruel, which was the fastest meal Kimberly could make, Jim was headed off to the Doppler Mansion. Due to future plans of having three kids, Kimberly and Jim were saving up money for a little house. Jim had thought that transportation was just as important as housing, but Kimberly had not agreed. His losing the battle was the reason that he was walking. Not that Jim disliked walking, it just meant that he had to start for work a good two hours before he was due, in order to not be late.

As Jim walked the images of the past 5 years presented themselves to him. His arrival at the Interstellar Academy at the age of 17. The terrible attack on Captain Amelia and the kidnapping of little Caroline, when he was 19. He hated more than anything else the memory of that awful night. Skipping past it, he saw his graduation from the Academy and his first date with the beautiful Kimberly Hanner. Then the memory of how lovely his bride had looked when she had walked down the aisle on her father's arm. Victor's first cries in the white hospital room and the first diaper changing session he had done were all imprinted in his memory. Yet none of them were so deeply embedded as the memory of the horrific night of Caroline Doppler's kidnapping.

In a way Jim had felt guilty that he had been able to move on from that point with so much ease. Captain Amelia and Doctor Doppler had forgiven him for allowing Silver to escape, but Jim knew that deep in their hearts they blamed him for part of their daughter's kidnapping. And if the feeling of being partly responsible for Caroline's kidnapping was not enough, Jim also had Captain Amelia on his conscious. Due to the dreadful damage the knife wound made by her attacker had done, Captain Amelia had become almost bedridden. She had been forced to completely give up her command of the RLS Legacy and could barely do anything independently.

Jim arrived an hour after starting at the Doppler Mansion with tired feet and a heavy heart.

I hope you liked it. It is different from what you might have thought it would be. Please Review. I will try to get chapter 8 up sometime this month. I am very busy though between school and other things. TTFN! I love reviews!