DISCLAIMER: I don't own Treasure Planet other then the DVD.

                        AN: For those of you who have noticed yes I have changed the rating of my fic. You know what that means, don't you? Yes! I've written you all a lemon! For those of you who don't like reading those kinda things I've made it so you have to highlight that part so don't worry. I'm sorry if it's a little short, but this is my first lemon and I'm just learning so go easy on me, k? I hope you enjoy and as always Review!

                        ~!And of course a special thanks to ElvenRanger how has agreed to Beta-read for me and deal with my errors in writing! *winks* I bow down to you! Thanks a ton!~

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Chapter Two- The Ominous Feeling

                        By the time Jim had hopped off the ferry onto the rainy Montresser, he was not a happy man. His gut was tied in nervous knots and he was rather annoyed with it. He had never been so nervous about a mission before.
            He also wondered how he was going to tell Alyson about the murdered professors. She probably knew a few of them and she'd want to know. Jim glanced down at the paper clutched in his hand. The paper contained all the names of the murdered professors. Jim didn't know any of them, but he was sure Alyson would.
            It made Jim unhappy being the bearer of bad news, especially when it came to Alyson, but she was such a curious woman that she'd want to know, and when she found out she'd probably cry and then he would feel just terrible.
            Jim shook his head and started to walk up the dirt road, not really caring about the rain beating against his head. He had to get his mind off Alyson and onto the mission. Worrying about her would just cloud his mind.
            So Jim cast his thoughts onto the reason why these professors had been killed. A project about weapon that increased space-travel was the reason why the professors were killed, or so the Elders said. Jim vaguely remembered hearing something about it, but he never had spared it much thought; he had been too busy chasing pirates down the old fashioned way to worry about some new idea that probably wouldn't work.
            Well, it must've worked pretty damn well if someone was willing to kill five Academy professors to keep it from being completed, he thought wearily. Jim was so deep in thought he didn't notice Seymour move past him and offer him a smile before going on to the ferry house.
            Jim realized what he had seen, stopped abruptly, and wheeled around. Seymour had already disappeared into the ferry house and for a moment, Jim wasn't sure he had even seen Seymour, but then he saw Seymour's footprints in the dirt path and knew he had.
            Jim's ominous feeling increased as he turned and continued his climb to the Benbow Inn. He chose to ignore the ominous feeling until he was at least inside the warmth of the Benbow and had Alyson in his arms.
            So Jim went over the facts one last time before he reached the inn. They had been professors, male and female, and they all had been working on a project that would've helped increase the capture of criminals, mostly pirates. They had all been killed at the same time, and they had been killed on Zione…
            Jim stopped his trail of thoughts abruptly. Zione. They had been killed on Zione. How odd. Every Spacer, and almost everyone else, knew that Zione was one of the biggest hangouts for some of the worst kind of creatures in all the galaxies. So why would the professors, who had every reason to be afraid of these kinds of people, be doing on Zione, especially since it was common knowledge that they were working on that weapon?
            No, something did not fit, Jim thought as he stepped onto the Benbow's porch and shook his wet head. He would ask Alyson if she knew anything about the project the professors had been working on. Since Alyson had lived at the Academy when the professors had maybe she knew something the Elders weren't telling him.
            Jim pushed open the door and felt a smile tug at his lips as his body was washed in the warmth of the fire the Benbow produced. It was always good to feel the warmth of home after you get those bad feelings. They got washed away…for a little while anyway.
As always, Sarah Hawkins was serving her guests with accuracy and speed. She saw Jim step into the room, soaking wet, and frowned at him.
            "Jim! You're bringing in water." Sarah cried, setting down her tray on an empty table and throwing Jim the towel she had over her shoulder.
            "Sorry Mom." Jim said automatically as he caught the towel, "I'll go upstairs and get changed. Where's Alyson?"
            Sarah sighed, seeing that her hardwood floor was already ruined by Jim's muddy boots, and said, "Upstairs. She's been up there since Seymour came to visit."
            Jim grinned and kissed his mother on the forehead, "I'll get off your precious floor now, Mom. Then I'll help you with the dishes to make up for my wetness, okay?"
            Sarah shooed him away, "Go! Go! You're only making my floor worse! You know how hard I worked to set up this hardwood!"
            Jim laughed and hurried upstairs, taking the steps two at time.
            Sarah shook her head and bent down to wipe away the mud and water Jim had dragged in. As she stood up, Sarah realized she had forgotten to ask Jim about his mission and to tell him about Seymour's visit and plans.

                        When Jim walked into their room, Alyson was in the bathroom. Jim could hear the tell-tale sign of water splashing against the white-tiled floor.
            Jim allowed himself to collapse on the bed. Sighing, his eyes closed and he fell into the blackness of sleep happily. He was happy to forget about his worries about the mission, about the murders of the professors, about anything and everything.
            "Jim," whispered a soothing voice, and a soft hand moved down his cheek. Jim smiled, caught the hand and pulled. There was a soft thump and the bed Jim slept on sagged with the newly added weight.
            Without thinking, Jim rolled over and placed hot kisses on Alyson face.  Jim was too exhausted to even open his eyes.  Beneath him, Alyson laughed and pushed him off.  Jim opened his eyes and looked at her.
            Alyson's hair was dry so Jim guessed he'd been asleep for at least two hours. Her hair was so thick that it took forever to dry.
            "Awake?" Alyson questioned with innocent eyes that glittered dangerously. To answer her, Jim pulled her into his lap and kissed her hard.
            Alyson sighed against his lips as their mouths mated. Jim mindlessly plunged his tongue into her mouth, refusing to think about his mission and the murders. Alyson pressed her soft body against him and tangled her fingers in his hair. Jim grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her even closer.
            Jim leaned Alyson's back against the bed and continued his onslaught of kisses. Alyson moaned against his mouth and she nipped her teeth lightly against his bottom lip.
            When they finally came up for air, Jim pressed his mouth against her throat and Alyson's stroked his hair. He knew Alyson had already figured out something was bothering him.
            Wanting to put that off as long as he could, Jim mumbled against Alyson's neck, "How long have I been asleep?" Alyson shifted under him so he was on his side and she was leaning against his chest.
            Alyson smiled at him and traced his jaw with her finger, "About two hours. I found you on our bed when I came out of the shower. You looked so exhausted I decided to let you sleep for a little while."
            Jim sighed and pulled Alyson closer, needing to feel her warmth and love. Alyson giggled and pressed a kiss to his throat. Against his throat, Jim felt Alyson frown and knew the question she was about to ask.
            "What was the mission about, Jim? You seem really upset about it." Alyson sat up and Jim reluctantly followed her.
            Jim sighed and placed his hands in his lap. He looked at the mattress beneath him as he said, "There has been a homicide on the planet Zione."
            Alyson blinked at him, "A homicide on Zione?" She repeated slowly, "Doesn't that happen a lot on that planet? I mean, it's a really dangerous planet right?"
            Jim nodded, "Yes and normally the Academy would leave a murder on Zione to be solved by the local law enforcement, but this murder was different. This murder involved five Academy professors."
            "Academy professors?" Alyson stared at him and when he nodded she said, "Who? Who was murdered Jim?"
            Very slowly Jim withdrew the paper with the professors' names on it and handed it to Alyson. Alyson's hands shook as she read the paper.
            "Professor Adam Harris, Professor Lillian Robinson, Professor Ginger Morse, Professor Alexander Beckman, and his wife Professor Regina Beckman." Alyson's eyes widened. "I know Professor Beckman! He watched over my class when Seymour Blake and I went to the Council of the Elders. Professor Robinson and I took our classes on a field trip together! She was so nice and kind. And Professor Beckman's wife, she gave me her lunch one time when forgot mine! Why are these people dead?"
            Grimly Jim said, "They were all invertors of a weapon that is still in construction. You probably know it as Operation, or Project, Space-Twister."
            Alyson placed a hand over her lips. "It was a really big deal to the Academy a year ago. It was all the school talked about for a while, but it quieted down after a few months or so. I thought they called the project quits."
            Jim frowned and shook his head, "No, the Academy just wanted to keep it secret since once the crime-lords found out about the weapon they would be sure to try to destroy it or kill who ever was creating it."
            Alyson looked back down at the note and said, "I can't believe Professor Beckman was part of the project. When I met him, he seemed like a pushover and a bit of a coward. It's hard to believe that he was involved in anything dangerous.  And Professor Robinson, she was so kind!  Why would she be involved in something that would endanger herself? She was so young!"
            "Maybe because they felt it was the right thing to do, Alyson." Jim countered softly, watching her shoulders tremble with suppressed sobs.
            "I wish the right thing to do was easy and safe." Alyson mumbled.
            "Sometimes it is." Jim assured her. He stood on his knees and moved behind Alyson. He gentle messaged the tension from her shoulders.
            Alyson sighed and leaned against him, "I'll have to tell Seymour.  I think he was good friends with Professor Ginger Mores.  I don't think he knew about the murders because he didn't say anything when he was here."
            "Speaking of which," Jim murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and enjoying her shiver, "What was Seymour doing here? I saw him leaving on my way here."
            "What? Oh, um, Seymour came here to ask me to go to the planet Venkar with him to study some ruins, of course." Alyson answered with her eyes closed.
            Jim's hands stilled and the ominous feeling in his gut had come back, "Did you say yes?" He said slowly, making Alyson turn around to face him.
            Alyson blinked her eyes open and looked at him like he was crazy, "Of course I said yes! Ruins are my job! I have to go!"
            Jim grabbed Alyson's arms and shook her, "I don't want you to go anywhere until I get back from Zione."
            Alyson pushed her hands from her shoulders and hopped off the bed. Sometimes Jim's I-know-best attitude annoyed her and this was one of those times.
            "I'm going Jim and you can't stop me!" Alyson said angrily, "I will not be the housewife who sits quietly in the kitchen waiting for her big, strong man to get home so she can serve him dinner! I have a life, too, and I plan to live it!"
            "I don't want you going, damnit! You can have a life, just not an active one!" Jim shouted back, aware that his mother and her customers could probably hear them. Sarah was always complaining that Jim and Alyson needed to lower their voices when they were arguing, if they must argue at all, but Jim couldn't stop his arguments with Alyson. The woman was so damn stubborn; couldn't she for once just do as she was told?
            Alyson gave him a haughty glare and said, "Just because you are my husband doesn't mean you can tell me what to do!"
            "I can and I will! You're staying, even if I have to tie you to the bed!" Jim growled and moved towards her.
            Alyson and Jim circled each other like boxers in a fighting match. They must have circled each other at least five times before Jim heard the bell ding inside his head. With a cry, Jim lunged at Alyson, determined to show he would tie her to the bed if that was what it took to keep her in the Benbow Inn.
            But Alyson had been ready for Jim and as he lunged she moved out of the way and sent him crashing to the ground. Alyson, however, hadn't expected for Jim to lunge to his feet once more and jump her. Alyson had been lucky enough to be standing in front of the bed so they tumbled onto the bed instead of the floor.
            As they crashed into the end of the bed, Jim on top, they shouted at each other.
            "Stubborn ass!"
            "Arrogant bastard!"
            Jim had pressed his hard body against Alyson and her lungs were screaming for air, but she'd damned if Jim knew that. She glared up at him heatedly and he glared right back.
*****LEMON!!!!*****
            Jim and Alyson stared at each other, panting. Jim had pinned Alyson beneath him and his weight had her dragging long breaths. As she stared up into his eyes, she felt some kind of heat coil in her heart and she cursed herself for being so lusty.
Then, without warning, Jim's eyes shifted into a different emotion and he slammed his mouth, hot and hungry, down on hers. The last of Alyson's anger shifted to that of passion as well and she met Jim's mouth with her own answering one.
            Jim growled and pulled his mouth away from Alyson. Looking down at Alyson, who eyes were huge with passion, he said, "Damnit," and crushed his mouth to hers once more.
            Alyson moaned as Jim's hands worked on the buttons of her shirt. Hastily, she relieved him of his shirt as well. Alyson gasped in pleasure Jim ran his hands along her white-lace bra. He pressed kisses along the exposed part of her breasts. Alyson threw her head back in pure ecstasy.
            Jim smirked against Alyson's skin and unclasped her bra. Alyson rasped out Jim's name when he took a full, pale breast into his hot mouth. Alyson wrapped her legs around Jim's waist, thrust her hands into his hair and hung on for dear life. Jim always had the power to do this to her, Alyson thought on a moan, make her lose her mind and forget way she was angry with him.
            Her eyes, which she hadn't even realized were closed, flew open as Jim worked to remove her pants. Alyson laughed softly and reached between their bodies to do the same with him. Jim had an easy time at getting off Alyson's pants while Alyson was struggling. Jim's pants were still a little wet from the rain and they clung to his body. Alyson gave a growl of frustration when she couldn't push his pants down any farther.
            Jim laughed against her breast and rolled over. Alyson was able to kick off Jim's pants, but unfortunately they were already to close to the edge of the bed and they crashed into the ground with a blanket from their bed following.
            They removed the last bit of their cloths, Alyson's panties and Jim's boxers. Alyson bit down on her lip when Jim's fingers brushed her inner-thighs. Alyson shivered despite herself and Jim gave her his infamous cocky grin. Alyson tried to glare at him, but she found she couldn't as Jim's hands moved up higher on her inner-thighs, closer to her heat. Alyson bit harder on her lips to keep from moaning as Jim's fingers slowly entered her heat.
            Jim's eyes were on Alyson's face as she withered with pleasure beneath him. His own aching loins cried out for the sweet release only she could give, but he knew in the end holding back for just a few minutes would make the end much more pleasurable then it was already going to be. And watching the blush that crept up from Alyson's breasts to her cheeks, he knew it would be worth it.
            Alyson cried out Jim's name as the first wave of pleasure rolled over her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as the aftermath of her orgasm shuddered through her. Then she lifted her head and met Jim's hungry eyes. She smirked at him and gave him a long, breathless kiss. Jim moaned, no longer able to hold himself back.
            Finally Jim entered her. Power into power, need into need, sword into sheath. Alyson's nails racked down Jim's back as she cried out his name. She wrapped her long legs around him once more as Jim began to move. She bit at his shoulder as she met him thrust for thrust.
            Alyson threw her head back and listened to the rhythmic beating of her heart. She was going mad with love and lust for Jim. She felt as if she would shatter into a million pieces and from the look on Jim's face he felt the same way. Jim's dark blue eyes were intense and locked with her as he moved inside her. He didn't speak a word, he didn't need to. His love was in his movement and his eyes. His beautiful eyes.
            As she moved closer and closer to release, Alyson sought out Jim's mouth and as she kissed him hard, she drew a throaty moan from him. Jim gripped her hips and plunged into her one last time.
            Then the climax came upon her and Alyson cried out once more. Her nails racked helplessly down Jim's back as her body emptied. Jim let out a growl of pure male satisfaction as he followed her into the blissfulness of release.
            They collapsed to the ground, their bodies slick with perspiration. Alyson felt her lungs cry out as Jim's solid body pressed against her but she ignored it. She felt complete with Jim resting his head against her breasts, taking breaths in time with her. As her eyes fluttered closed, she looked down at Jim and saw him looking at her. Then she leaned her head upon his head and fell asleep. As she swam in the darkness of sleep, she felt Jim's eyes flutter against her skin and knew he had joined her in the peaceful silence.
*****You can come out now, sensitive people*****

                        When Alyson finally woke, Jim's head still rested on her breasts. His arms were locked around her waist and Alyson's arms were around Jim's neck. Alyson felt herself smile as she unhooked her arms and ran a hand down Jim's back. Both their bodies were still glimmering with their perspiration.
            Alyson felt like a goddess, as sex with Jim always did with her. Her skin felt like it had been dusted with gold and her heart still pounding from the aftermath of their love making. It was the most wonderful feeling.
            "As always," Jim mumbled suddenly, "wow."
            "We've got this love making business down to a T, Captain." Alyson murmured, running her hands through his hair.
            "Yeah." Jim agreed, "You're pretty wild for a professor."
            Alyson shrugged, "What can I say? You bring at the worst in me." Suddenly she frowned, "And I'm going to Venkar."
            Jim frowned against her skin, "Leave it to you to ruin a perfectly good pillow-talk moment." He said sarcastically.
            Alyson laughed, "We're not on a pillow. You missed it by a few inches when we landed on the bed."
            Jim grimaced when he remember how rough he had been with her, "I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked.
            Alyson shook her head and pressed a kiss to his head, "No, you may have been really mad but you'd never hurt me. You did give me quite a workout, though."
            Jim sighed and remembered the reason he had been angry, "I still don't want you to go to Venkar."
            Alyson sighed as well, "Listen, Jim. I'll be fine. Believe it or not before you came around I was able to look after myself. You should stop being such a worrywart. I am quite capable of taking care of myself."
            Jim raised his head as well as an eyebrow. Alyson huffed and said, "Most of the time anyway. Happy now?"

            "No." Jim said, "But I'll get over it."
            "Alright and no more arguments for a few hours, I don't think I can take another round like that with you." Alyson mumbled, shifting her weight.
            Jim smirked and stood up, "I'm off to take a shower. Mind picking up the room?"
            Alyson rolled her eyes, "Yes, O Master of the Universe."
            Jim laughed, bent down and kissed her rumpled hair. Alyson smirked as she watched Jim gather his cloths and walk into the bathroom. Clothed Jim was raggedly handsome, but naked…Alyson stood and sighed. Jim was all muscle, no extra flab hung from those finely toned-muscles and it was a pleasure to just look at him. The only problem was that Jim was well aware of his good-looks and it gave him somewhat of an ego. Well, not somewhat of an ego. More like a huge ego.
            Alyson stood and stretched as the water from the shower started running. She went around the room and tidied up. When she was done she got back into her shirt and pants and ran a brush through her hair.
            As she made herself presentable she wondered how many people had heard Jim and her. She knew that their arguments were always loud and the same could go for almost anything else they did together. It made her blush with embarrassment at how badly Jim got under her skin, but she couldn't really stop that and if the truth was told she didn't want to.
            In two days she would be leaving with Seymour and probably wouldn't see Jim for at least four weeks. It made her frown because she knew how badly she would miss Jim. But staying at the Benbow Inn, sleeping in their bed, would only make it worse, so it was better that she was going to Venkar instead of staying here.  At least at Venkar she would have something to occupy herself with.

                        Two days later, it was still raining on Montresser. The sky was still the icky gray color and large thunder clouds rolled in the distance.
            Alyson and Jim stood on the covered porch of the Benbow Inn, staring out at the rain. In Alyson's left hand was a rucksack. Alyson sighed and placed her head on Jim's shoulder. She was a little upset that she would not be seeing Jim for the next few weeks, but she supposed keeping her mind occupied elsewhere was better then missing Jim.
            Alyson was taking the ferry to the Montresser Space Port to meet up with Seymour. Jim would wait at his ship, the R.L.S. Fate, for his crew before setting off to Zione. What would follow next would be work, work and more work.
            Alyson sighed and said, "I better get going, I suppose."
            Jim nodded, his gut knotting. "Be careful, okay?"
            Alyson laughed and stood on her tip-toes to give Jim a swift kiss on the cheek, "I'll be fine. Don't worry so much. See you in a few weeks."
            "Yeah, a few weeks." Jim mumbled as Alyson stepped off the porch and into the rain. He watched with a pounding heart as Alyson started to walk down the now muddy ground to the ferry docks.
            Suddenly Alyson stopped and turned.  "I love you!" She called to Jim, her voice almost lost among the clash of thunder.
            "I love you, too!" Jim cried, hoping Alyson had heard him. She must've because she grinned before running down the road.
            Jim gripped the railing of the porch so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He wanted to run after Alyson and drag her back into the Benbow, then tie her to the bed so she couldn't leave. Jim shook his head and walked into the Benbow. He was just being paranoid, like Alyson said. A worrywart.
            Inside the Benbow Inn, it was warm and cozy. An open fire burned in the center of the room. Beside the stairs leading to the rooms of the Benbow were Jim's suitcases. While living at the Benbow, he had moved all his clothes into his and Alyson's room without really realizing he had done so. It surprised him how easily he could slip into a married life. It was almost natural.
            BEN walked up to him. The robot was no longer wearing the apron and hat of a worker at the Benbow. BEN's robotic eyes were devoid of emotion, but Jim was sure that if the robot had been able to show any emotion, it would've been worry.
            "Why do I have to come?" BEN whined.
            Jim grinned, feeling a little better.  At least BEN was still normal. "Because I need a navigator and you're all I've got." Jim replied.
            BEN shot Jim a glare and walked away, muttering things about annoying captains, work that needed to be done, and the dangers of flying.
            Jim grinned as BEN rambled on, while at the same time serving food and drinks to a poor couple who looked at BEN as if they were afraid the robot would suddenly start attacking them.
            Then the grin on Jim's handsome face fell.  Suddenly weary, he turned his head to the window and watched the rain slush against it.  With a sigh he placed a hand against the cool glass, as if hoping to see his wife running back down the road, back to the Benbow.
            But he wouldn't, because Alyson had said she was going, and when Alyson said she was going to do something, she did it.  It annoyed him that she was so stubborn, but sometimes he admired it.
            Jim looked away from the window, his heart aching, and he said the name that he both loved and sometimes hated. "Alyson."

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                        All done! Did you like it? How was the lemon for those of you how have read it? Please let me know! And stay tuned for Chapter Three: Zione and Venkar where we come to the crime zone. Get ready for some pretty gruesome murders (I watch CSI!). Until then Review!

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