Figured I may as well carry on, got a couple of ideas for later. But no gushy love stuff! (I personally h8 too much sentimental crap) LOL Again, I don't own treasure planet.

God bless.

Amy

Amelia woke, unable to recall exactly why she was so comfortable, or indeed how she came to be that way.

Then she remembered Delbert. She sat upright, looking around for the gentle man who had listened patiently to her talk, watched her cry and allowed her to break down entirely over his shoulder.

She hastily dressed herself, combed her red locks and straightened her collar, taking great care to smooth out any mark, crease or blemish from her uniform.

When finally she was content with her attire, she made her bed, and headed out on deck.

It was early, the eutherium still covered with the darkness of night, the time when the sun still clings on to sleep, as though willing five more minutes of peaceful slumber.

Amelia searched her ship over as she had done so often in the past, though there was a gash when she thought on how Arrow had patrolled the brig, watching the lithe young captain jump from rig to rig.

A part of her wished that she had been taken rather than him and she was caught up in her own world, so befuddled by her emotions, she did not at first notice the tall, lanky figure looking over the deck.

Amelia looked up to see Delbert gazing absentmindedly out to space, apparently talking to no one in particular.

"Idiot…totally inept…never would have said something so insensitive…"

Delbert frowned; he thought someone was watching him. He turned sharply but no one was there. He raised his eyebrows slightly. "What the devil…"

Muttering some more, he moved to assume his staring into blank space but-

"Morning Doctor!"

"Aghhhhh!" He cried, positively tumbling over the side of the ship, falling on his face.

Amelia withheld a smile as Delbert turned first white, then faintly pink, before stopping on scarlet.

Why do I seem to spend more time on the ground than on my feet when I'm around her? She must hate me; stuttering and stumbling all the time…like…some weird bubonic plague with glasses.

"Good morning Doctor," Amelia said presently, "what brings you from your galley at this ungodly hour?"

"I…um…was just…" You can do this, it's just a sentence. One little baby word at a time.

"Justwalkingalongdoingnothing." Damn, damn, damn!

"I am sure you are fluent with many languages Doctor," Amelia teased, her eyebrow arching perfectly as it had done numerous times over the voyage, "but I will settle quite pleasantly with plain English if it is all the same to you."

Delbert blushed even harder. Moron

"I beg your pardon Captain," he amended. "I was just taking a walk, looking around the ship. If you know what I mean."

Amelia nodded, "Quite, I come out every morning to check the ship with Arr-" she stopped, remembering Arrow hurt her.

Delbert looked at the floor; he knew how hard it must be for the captain to come to terms with…everything. Even harder than most, Arrow had been her…friend? Just a friend or something more? God Delbert, it doesn't matter! It is absolutely none of your damn business! Just say goodbye and go back to bed!

"Would you like to walk with me?" Amelia said the words before she could stop herself.

Delbert hesitated. No thank you! No thank you!

"It would please me very much," Aghhh! Why do you bother to think! Stupid conscience! Leave. Me. Alone!

They walked along the deck, the darkness slowly beginning to fade. They chatted away together and when they had no more to say, they simply walked in silence, appreciating the pleasure of the others company.

Amelia gazed overboard; the last stars were still out.

"Beautiful at this time of morning," she muttered thoughtfully.

"Yes," Delbert mused, not bothering to look overboard, but at the woman before him, "rather spellbinding."

Amelia noticed nothing, just watched the horizon.

"I always dreamed of going to the end of the galaxy," she confided.

"Then go," Delbert replied softly.

Amelia shook her head. "And how, pray tell, should I do that? Sprout wings and fly I should imagine."

Amelia swung herself over the edge, swinging her legs overboard, enjoying her conversation with the good doctor. It was a relief to talk to him so freely.

Delbert wondered if he dare endeavor to sit by her. He would never dream to throw himself overboard by himself. But somehow when he was around the captain, he was never himself, it made him want to do things he would never dream of, never rise to.

She was something else. Yeah, more than a fellow such as you could ever begin to hope for. He though sadly.

Still he sat down beside her.

"You're you," he replied, answering her former question.

She repressed a laugh, "And what exactly does that mean?"

"Well, exactly as it sounds," he admitted, wondering if he should say all that he wished but deciding against it. "Just take a ship and sail away, just drift away anywhere you want to go…"

Amelia smiled despite herself. Don't say anything stupid Amelia, just simply remain silent.

"The navy may place a slight dispute with that otherwise brilliant idea."

"I hope I'm not jumping to any rash conclusions," he said slowly, "now don't take this wrong, but you just don't strike me as the kind of woman to follow all the rules and regulations."

"And what type of woman do I strike you as?" Amelia smiled, amused at their banter, wondering what he would say, she knew what she wanted him to say… Now really you're getting pathetic! Just stop your blasted mouth from getting away from you again. Remember Arrow, be sad for crying out loud!

Delbert allowed a brief pause. Don't say anything stupid! Please for the love of all that's good and great, don't say anything stupid!

"Beautifully-Um…I mean…truthfully, I find you rather…um…in-independent."

Amelia did everything in her power to keep the blood that was threatening to invade her otherwise unpretentious face away.

Not exactly what she was hoping for…but I suppose there aren't too many words to confuse (Though truth be told he did surprise her to every extent imaginable.).

"Very good Doctor," she said, deliberately amending the void that was threatening to quash their conversation once more. "I must say if you were ever to deflect a verbal berating –as you have been so inclined, too, in the past –that is most definitely the way to go."

Delbert had the good grace to blush and remembered their most memorable first meeting.

Make an excuse to leave now; you have charts to attend to or something.

"Captain, I must be off, lots to do before lunch." Yes! Wonderful! Magnificent! "Would you allow me to persex-per-perplex you by making you breakfast?"

Noooooooooo! Now not only will she think you an unconditional idiot, but a subverting sex addict as well! Damn your vocabulary Delbert Doppler!

Amelia was caught off guard, and for but a moment Delbert saw through the chronic captain's façade, and into Amelia herself.

Never (even with such maladroit word arrangements), had a man ever offered to make her breakfast, not Arrow, not even her father and now…he…Amelia was completely staggered. There was rarely ever a time when she was speechless, but now she was simply dumbfounded.

Did he just…that is the most tender, unselfish, considerate thing anyone has ever said.

For once she and her mind were one. But she mustn't overreact. Calmly Amelia, not too sudden…

"I can't think of anything that would solicit me more my good Doctor."

Delbert blushed harder than ever, until Amelia was quite certain if she didn't stop tormenting him very soon, he would explode. Poor Hawkins will be scrubbing the decks for months.

She chortled to herself at her apt wordings and allowed Delbert to lead her to her state room.


Is it okay eyes shut, fingers crossed LOL. plz R&R i luv n e thoughts or comments! Dunno if i shud keep with the stori or wat...thanx so much! Remember: if u c sum 1 without a smile, give them 1 of yours!

Amelia Johnsonn

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