O.K chapter 2. Thanks to Robbie for reviewing, you'll just have to wait and see.

Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Treasure Planet which is copyright Disney, as is all of the characters so far in this fanfic apart from Roxanne and Redneck Ruby who are copyright me.

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Chapter 2

The 'RLS' Legacy sailed smoothly out of Montressa's atmosphere and into the dark void that was space. Jim groaned as he was thrown a mop and bucket by Silver and ordered to scrub the ships deck.

"And your cabin girl Mr Silver?" Captain Amelia asked gesturing at Roxanne who was at the front of the ship staring out at the stars and planets they passed.

"Ah yes Captain, 'tis hard dealing with two of the young-uns." Silver answered, scratching his head. It was bad enough that he'd been given the boy to get in the way but with the girl as well he could see that he would have to tread carefully, then again maybe they could keep each other busy. Shoving another mop into Roxanne's hand, he ordered her to mop the floor along with Jim.

"So, you say your name was Roxanne?" Jim couldn't take the silence anymore. They had been cleaning the deck for over an hour and she hadn't so much as uttered a word to him.

"It is," she looked at him briefly before returning her attention to the floor.

"I'm Jim." He introduced himself.

"I know." She didn't even look at him this time.

"Are you always this conversational?"

"No." she smirked.

Jim sighed; she clearly didn't want to talk with him but why? He'd been polite to her after all, which, for him, was a miracle all of its own.

"So your father's Redneck Ruby?" he tried again.

"Yeh."

"Must be hard living with such a famous father."

"What is it to you?" she snapped.

"I'm just curious is all, no need to be so stroppy about it." He snapped back, his patience had worn out with her.

"It's no business of yours who I am or where I come from."

"Well at least you have a father to talk about." He said without thinking, the last thing he wanted was for the whole ship to know about his screwed up family.

"Jim, I'm sorry I didn't know…." She trailed off, a pang of guilt sweeping through her like an owl swooping down on it's unsuspecting victim.

"I don't need your sympathy, just….just leave me alone will ya?" He turned his back on her and began to clean another part of the deck. Complying with his wishes, Roxanne kept her distance from him, though the feeling of guilt stayed with her.

"Why you little.."

Roxanne was disrupted from her mopping as a fight broke out on the ship. She turned the corner to see Jim pinned against the ships mast, his legs dangling at least two feet above the deck, by Scroop, the half spider half crab creature. The other crewmembers were surrounding them shouting words of encouragement. Jim had obviously stuck his nose in where it wasn't wanted, which didn't surprise her one bit. She moved swiftly towards them as Scroop scowled menacingly at Jim.

"Ladies, ladies please put your handbags away." She half smirked half cooed sweetly, standing next to the pair and placing her hands upon her hips.

"Well if it isn't the ship's slut." Scroop spat out, his eyes gleaming.

"Why don't you learn to pick on someone your own size? Or at least someone as ugly as you." She returned coolly, ignoring his comment.

"I think our little slut here needs to learn her place." He looked at the other crewmembers gathered round. One of them, a large, broad-shouldered man with grey skin, who was nearly twice her size. He glared at her and roughly pushed her against the mast. She drew a breath in sharply as the pain of the wood smacking against her back swept through her.

"Yeh," the alien manhandling her spoke to Scroop "her place 's in bed." He growled deep in his throat as he trailed his hand from where it gripped her shoulder down to her chest. She struggled but this only encouraged him further. She shut her eyes as she heard other crewmembers mutter obscene comments and approvals. She blinked back tears as the memories she dreaded came flooding back.

"Hey! Take your hands off of her. Don't you know how to treat a lady?" Jim shouted and the attention was back onto him.

"Just don't know when to shut up do you cabin boy?" Scroop barked at him "Any last words?" he questioned, holding his pincer threateningly against Jim's throat. Before any more could be said, the scene was interrupted by Silver.

"Mr Scroop, ever seen what happens to a fresh purp when you squeeze real tight?" The large cook asked whilst applying increasing pressure onto the offenders' pincer. Scroop let out a yelp and dropped Jim, who landed in a heap on the floor.

"And let go a her too." He said seeing Roxanne "Do 's I say you pervs or so help ya's." he threatened. The alien holding her let go of his grip and pushed her aside. She stayed on her feet, unlike Jim, and pulled her clothes tighter around her, feeling very vulnerable.

"What's going on here then?" As Mr. Arrow reprimanded the crew for brawling, Roxanne looked down, forcing the memories away.

"Jim, Roxanne." Silver bellowed. Bt the time she looked up, the crew had dispersed and gone under the deck. "I gave you both jobs to do."

"And I was doing mine until that bug thing…" Jim tried to argue back but silver was having none of it. He forced the mop back into the cabin boys hand and threw a scrubbing brush at Roxanne before returning to the galley. Both of the teenagers sighed and looked at each other, neither knowing what to say.

"Well back to work." Roxanne sighed, getting down on the floor and beginning to scrub. Jim moved next to her, dunking his mop into the bucket of soapy water.

"You all right?" he questioned as he began to clean alongside her.

"Nothing I wont get over. How about you? Any scars?"

"No."

"Then you'll get over it too." She smiled up at him and he looked down at her, she has a pretty smile, he thought to himself.

"Hey!" she shouted at him as he absentmindedly mopped over her hand.

"Oops." He smiled sheepishly when he realised what he'd done. "Sorry." He added.

"You will be." She threatened jokingly. And scrubbed his shoe with her brush.

"Hey I wanted those dirty." He moaned. She replied by simply by sticking her tongue out at him.

They carried on for a while, getting one another wet or cleaning them and not the floor and pretending it was an accident. After a while, Jim noticed that Roxanne was rubbing her back with the pain from scrubbing.

"Do you wanna swap?" he ventured, offering her his mop. She accepted his offer and stood up whilst he took her place.

The sky grew cloudy and grey as they entered a planet's atmosphere. Roxanne sighed as she looked at the sky they sailed through. Part of her still wished she had never committed herself to this journey but she'd had no choice, she needed the money.

 Solemnly, she mopped the deck, moving in front of Jim to clean a different spot. This wasn't what she'd had in mind to earn her money, but she would never be able to do anything else, she'd had no proper education, only that which her father had taught her. She was destined to be a cabin girl for the rest of her life and nothing more.

 Jim looked up as Roxanne stepped in front of him to find his eyes wandering to her legs and staying there. Though he hadn't noticed it earlier, her skirt did reveal a lot, at least from his angle it did. As his eyes trailed up her legs, he realised how toned and tanned they were, no doubt from the years of work they had endeavoured, and it was as his eyes moved up to her inner thigh, that he began to realize the effect his ogling was having on him. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he continued to scrub, putting all his focus into the floor he was cleaning and trying his best not to look at her.

"Hey you wanna swap again? You don't look to comfortable down there." Roxanne said, noticing his sudden change in behaviour.

"No I'm fine." He mumbled, still trying not to look at her. He did not have to divert his attention for long though, as Silver came sauntering up onto the deck, laughing about something to do with little miracles and the deck still being in one piece. Jim wasn't listening though, his mind was on other matters, like his interfering hormones.