Hey kids! This is my first fanfic EVER! So be nice to it, no actually screw that. Be truthful and review. Please review so I know if this is worth continuing to write. Just a few things I realized I didn't mention in the story that might be worth you knowing. In this story students attend the interstellar academy for 4 years. They are called 1st years, 2nd years, and so on and so fourth because I couldn't think of anything better and because I didn't want to use the freshman, junior, etc. Terms. Also all students wear uniforms. They do not look like the one Jim wears at the end of the movie. I didn't like that suit. It bothered me. They are like navel uniforms however except the girls wear a skirt with it. I imagine them as blue uniforms but you can imagine them however you want. Also students can only begin school once they are 15. Jim is in his 3rd year so he is 17. However I might make him turn 18 in a later chapter. Oh, and one last thing, weapons class is only offered to 3rd year students. So everyone that is in this story and takes weapons class is in Jim's year.

Disclaimer: Everything mine is mine. Everything Disney is Disney's. So don't sue.

Alrighty, with that said let just get on with it!

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Jim rapped his fingers on the edge of his chair and adjusted his seating position.

Man this place was uncomfortable. It wasn't just the stiff chair he was sitting in; it was the atmosphere of the room.

Jim snickered bitterly to himself. Well what would one expect to feel from sitting in the Head Mistress's office? He obviously wasn't going to be feeling overjoyed, or excited, or even remotely happy seated here.

No, Jim knew better than that. In his gut he knew exactly why he was here. There was only one reason for it.

Oh wouldn't his mother be proud.

"Stop it," Jim said out loud to himself. "Stop it. You're not going to be expelled. It was an accident. A total accident. Could have happened to anyone."

But it happened to him.

Jim tried to distract himself by looking around the room. It wasn't very large, but to him it felt huge. This could have been because of the high ceilings, or maybe because of the color everything was. White.

Why did that color make everything look so big? You could paint a closet white and pass it off as a master bedroom. Okay, maybe not, but whatever.

Jim sighed.

Or maybe the room felt so big because there was almost nothing in it. Just a large ancient looking desk with one chair behind it and two in front.

Jim occupied on of these chairs. The one on the left.

Left. Why had he chosen the one on the left? Why did that matter to him right now? Why was he even thinking about this?

"Because I'm nervous," Jim thought.

Jim sighed again and continued to survey the room.

There really was nothing in it. No pictures, no kick-knacks, not even papers on the desk. Jim was tempted to open one of the drawers. Instead he looked down at the bloodstains on his uniform pants. Then at the dried blood on his hands.

God, he should have been at least allowed to wash up.

"But," Jim said savagely, "that would take away from my lovely time in this room from HELL!"

Jim realized that he had been speaking his thoughts aloud. Well not actually speaking them he though as he listened to "hell" echo through the room. More like yelling them.

Jim glanced around the room once more. He smiled grimly to himself. The room felt empty because he was the only one in it.

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Earlier that day.

"You arrogant bastard," JJ joked, "You'll kill us all!"

Jim grinned and pointed the gun at his friend's face. "No, just you."

The boys looked at eachother and laughed. The guns were only practice ones, and they were unloaded. Well for now.

Jim brought his gun down and continued to clean it out. It was stupid really, to be cleaning out an already clean gun. It really was a waist of time. But it was part of the daily procedures of the class.

"Something wrong dude?" JJ asked.

"Huh?" Jim realized he had stopped cleaning and was glaring at his gun. "Nah," he answered, "Just thinking about how much this class blows. Jim wished he could switch out but knew it was a required course if he wanted to become a captain.

"The teacher's an ass, but this class isn't so bad. You just suck at it," JJ pointed out.

"Aww, common now. Save so of that for behind my back."

JJ flashed him a lopsided smile. His sandy hair flew side to side as he shook his head. Jim and JJ had been friend since their first year when they had been assigned to the same dorm.

At first they had argued about everything. This let them to Jim's first fistfight at the academy. Well, Jim had used his fists. JJ had used the small horns that grew at the top of his head.

At first glanced anyone would think JJ was a human. His spiky hair covered his horns so that you couldn't see them unless you were staring straight down at his head. (This was hard for Jim to do considering they were about the same height)

However, JJ's yellow eyes gave away the fact that he was Garmillian right away.

Anyway, after their brawl Jim and JJ had been forced to serve detention together for two grueling weeks. It was there where the boys had found that they had so much in common and became friends.

In fact it was Jim who had first started calling the Garmey JJ instead of his real name, Jay. It had become a joke between them since JJ's last name was Double.

Jim pushed away the thoughts of his friend and tried to concentrate on his gun. He went to work loading it with Pircer bullets.

Pircer bullets were thin, dart-like little things. They were invented for student use. Built for safety.

You could be shot several times in the chest with Pircer bullets and live to tell the tale. They were made to do minimal damage.

Well in Jim's book that was just fine, considering that his fourth period weapons class was full of 17 and 18 year-olds that couldn't aim for crap. Unfortunately, Jim was one of them.

It was only the second week of school yet he knew this class was going to be a disaster. JJ was right- he did suck at it.

In the evaluation test in the beginning of last week Jim hadn't even been able to hit the targets that were ten feet away. He did however hit several trees and nearly clip the professor.

That had not gone over so well. Now Professor Creed had it out for his blood.

Suddenly the Professor's whistle screeched throughout the range. Jim and Jay groaned.

"Get up ya bums," Creed barked at the students. "I've given you all enough time to invent a new weapon, let alone clean a damn pistol out!"

Jim and JJ stood up and grabbed their now loaded guns. As the walked over to the Professor's inspection line JJ whispered to Jim.

"Ah yes professor! I did in face invent a new sort of weapon. I shall call it the toe of my boot and I shall shove it up your fat ass."

Jim snickered at the joke, but soon wish he hadn't.

"Found something funny did ya, Hawkins?"

Jim looked in front of him to see the infamous professor. He had to drop is neck low just to look at him.

Except for his face (which held a hard, cold sneer), the man wasn't the least bit intimidating. This was because of his height. Jim doubted he was more then 4 feet tall. He was also going bald and was slightly overweight.

He had pale green skin and two extra arms. However, he was missing his left leg. In its place was a large metal contraption.

Jim had met friendlier cyborgs.

Still, despite his odd appearance, the man was threatening as soon as you saw him shoot.

The demonstration he gave the class on the first day of school still made Jim shudder. Four arms, shooting off four pistols, tearing apart hundreds of targets.

Plus there were the rumors Jim had heard about him around school. He was said to have killed over 200 men. Apparently he had once been one of the top snipers in the Interstellar Galactic Army. He had been discharged when he got into some accident and lost his leg.

Yes, Creed was not a man you wanted to cross. Too bad Jim was already on his shit list.

"No," Jim replied calmly. Creed liked to play this game with him. He liked to see how far he could push till Jim lost it.

"No sir," Creed snarled.

Jim caught a whiff of booze coming from Creed's mouth. "No sir," He repeated, making sure to put an emphasis on the "sir".

"Is your gun ready Hawkins?"

Jim realized that Creed had been coming down the line inspecting student's weapons. He had just finished checking the bird-like girl's pistol on his right.

"Yeah," Jim mumbled.

"Yes," Creed shouted at him. "Didn't anyone ever teach you how to speak boy?"

"I wasn't aware this was an English class, sir." The words slipped out before he could stop them.

Out of the corner of his eye Jim saw JJ trying to hold back laughter. Creed, However, looked as though he was going to strangle him.

"Oh I see. You're real funny now aren't you? A regular comedian. What do you think class"- Creed gestured wildly at the students around them- "Mr. Hawkins is quite the funny boy isn't he?" Creed turned his gaze back to Jim. "Aren't you Hawkins?"

Jim bit back his growing anger.

"Gimme that." Creed grabbed at Jim's weapon. "And get the hell outa my-''

Just then Jim's gun let out a round into Creed's natural foot.

"Shit," Jim thought desperately. He had forgotten to cock the safety lever.

"SON OF A BITCH!" Creed dropped the weapon and gasped at his bleeding foot. Jim bent down to try to apply pressure to the wound only to be pulled back up again.

Three of Creed's arms pulled Jim into a sort of stupid looking bow position (it was the only way they could be face to face) while his fourth arm pointed a threatening finger at Jim.

Jim could swear he felt the anger radiating off of him. His cold, black eyes showed nothing but it.

Creed's stale breath puffed into Jim's face. "Oh boyo," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Your in whole 'nother world of trouble now."

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Jim jumped and spun around in his seat when he heard the door open.

"Mr. James Hawkins?" the Head Mistress Bagdonnas walked gracefully into the room and sat down at her desk.

She was an old woman- probably in her seventies - yet she held an air of youth around her. Her long white hair was tied into a thick braid that cascaded down the back of her canary-yellow robes. The woman was famous for her colorful attire. Since, at the Academy, most teachers wore plain black or dark blue teaching robes.

She was quite tall for a woman. Taller than Jim, who had reached about six foot now. Her smooth features and delicate lines gave him the impression that she must have been very pretty when she was young. Then there were her eyes.

Jim couldn't decide whether they were a pale blue or a light gray. They seemed to change everytime she blinked. They did tell him one thing though, that he could trust her. As soon as he looked into her ever-changing eyes he knew this.

Though he had never spoken to her personally (other than a "good day professor" when she passed in the halls) Jim was calmed by her presence. He had always found her extremely interesting when she addressed them at the beginning and start of terms. Unlike the other professors at the school all students heard her when she spoke. Not because she they were told to quiet down, but because everyone always wanted to hear what she had to say.

Bagdonnas shook her head and chuckled.

Jim just smiled weakly back at her. He realized he was in a very bad situation when he had been sent to the Head's office.

Every other time he had gotten in trouble the teacher had just given him a detention right then and there. In other cases he had been sent to Mr. Gimli's office.

Mr. Gimli was the Ground's Supervisor. Grounds Supervisor was a nice way of saying his job was to make sure the school stayed clean and punish students for breaking rules. It was the worst to have a detention issued by Mr. Gimli.

Jim had been unlucky enough to get a few. He always made you do the most disgusting jobs. Like scraping space warts off the sides off the practice long boats. (a/n. We see Jim do this in the beginning of I'm still here in the movie)

But Jim wasn't in Gimli's office. He was in the Head Mistresses. And he was going to be expelled.

"Well Mr. Hawkins, You'll be happy to know that you did know lasting damage to Kurtis's foot.

Kurtis? Jim blinked at the name. He had never heard Creed's first name used before. Somehow he had stupidly assumed Professors didn't have them.

Kurtis. He'd have to remember to tell JJ later. Later...when he went to say goodbye.

"In fact," Bagdonnas continued, "I believe he quite overreacted."

Jim's head shot up. What had she said?

The Professor leaned over the desk so that she was looking directly into Jim's eyes. At this moment her eyes were gray. Blink. No blue.

"Was it or was it not an accident that occurred on the shooting field today?"

"Huh?" Was she taking his side?

"Did you purposely shoot at Professor Creed's foot or not Mr. Hawkins?"

"No," Jim sputtered. "I mean not. I mean... Yes it was an accident."

Bagdonnas leaned back into her chair. Jim noticed a slight twinkle in her gray eyes. No, now they were back to blue.

"Well then, I believe you."

Jim stared. "You...You do?"

"I do."

"Oh. Er... thanks." How was he supposed to reply to that?

"However Mr. Hawkins," she continued, "forgetting to cock the safety lever of a pistol is an elementary mistake, one I would not expect a third year like yourself to make."

Jim would have liked to point out that anyone could make a mistake like that if they had Creed breathing down their neck.

"Professor Creed has informed me that the only way to make you see the error of your ways was to expel you."

So she was going to expel him. Jim had known she would, but he had hoped she wouldn't.

Just then Jim heard a knocking. Bagdonnas took her eyes off of him and looked over at the door.

"Ah yes, Miss Durns. Do come in."

A girl about his age let herself in and stood in the anxiously in the room.

She was at least a head shorter than him and slim. Her hair was curly and a short of reddish-brown, it dipped a few inches below her shoulders.

It looked as though she had tried tying it half up but throughout the day much of her hair had escaped the hold. Many of the lose curls sprung around her cheeks, framing her face.

Jim thought she looked quite pretty.

"You, er, called me here professor?" the girl started.

"Ah, yes, yes. Do please sit down," said Bagdonnas, gesturing to the chair next to Jim.

Jim figured this was the end of his meeting. He nodded to the girl who was settling down in her chair and got up.

"Thank you Professor," he said as she sulked over to the door.

Bagdonnas raised a sculpted eyebrow and smiled once more. "And where are you off to so quickly, Mr. Hawkins?"

Jim turned around and looked at the woman. "To go pack my stuff. Your expelling me aren't you?"

"Actually I'm not. Do sit back down please."

"But you said-

"No I explained what Professor Creed would have me to do in this situation. Fortunately for you, Professor Creed does not hold the power to expel students. That power" – Jim thought he saw that twinkle flash in her eyes once more- "rests with me."

Jim couldn't stop the stupid grin that swept onto his face. He wasn't going to be expelled! He wanted to run over and hug the old woman.

"I believe your current situation calls for guidance rather than reprimand. That's where" she waves a frail hand at the girl on his right, " Miss Durns comes in."

The girl looked up at her confused. Bagdonnas ignored the look and introduced them.

"Mr. Hawkins, this is Delilah Durns. Miss Durns this is James Hawkins, your pupil."

This time the girl, Delilah, raised and eyebrow.

Bagdonnas merely continued. "You are to tutor Mr. Hawkins in the ways of the pistol. He's had some... Difficulty with it in his weapons class. You'll be tutoring him on aim to fire and everything in-between."

She turned to Jim. "Professor Creed has informed me that 'though Durns has an exceptionally dirty mouth, her shooting skills are quite clean,' his words of course, not mine." She added seeing the disgruntled scowl sweep across the girl's face.

Jim was amused to hear her mutter about Creed's dirty breath. Either Bagdonnas didn't hear her or she simply ignored the comment because she turned back to her and continued.

"You were issued a month of detention from Mr. Gimli, yes?"

She nodded.

"Well if you are interested I would like to trade your detentions for tutoring sessions with Mr. Hawkins."

It was Delilah's turn to smile. "So i wouldn't be serving time?" she questioned.

"Correct. Of course failure to attend these...sessions, and I will be forced to put you right back into detention."

"Course."

"The same goes for you Mr. Hawkins. Unless you have a valid excuse your attendance is mandatory. I don't need to tell you how much trouble you could be in right now."

"Yes ma'am."

"Excellent! Then I believe it's settled. You two will be meeting everyday on the shooting range after the last bell."

Just then that very bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day. Jim could here students out in the halls, laughing and rushing out of their last hour class.

Bagdonnas waved a hand at the door. "Best you two get started then."

Understanding they were dismissed the pair thanked the Head Mistress and filed out the door.

"And Mr. Hawkins?" Jim looked at the Professor once more. "I will be sending a letter to your mother informing her of this incident."

Jim nodded. He could deal with that. Mrs. Hawkins wouldn't be happy but he could deal with that. It was better than getting expelled.

Jim turned to the girl as soon as they had left the office. His curiosity had gotten the best of him. "What did you do to get so much detention, umm, Delilah," he added, remembering her name.

Jim saw, fleeting, a look of hesitation on the girl's face. It was gone so quickly though that Jim wondered if he had imagined it.

"Call me Dilly," she said ignoring his question. "Delilah just sounds so...Froo froo."

Jim decided not to push the question again. Perhaps he'd ask her another time. After all they were going to be seeing a lot of each other.

Dilly's eyes rested on Jim's bloodstained uniform, then on his bloody hands.

"Its James is it?"

"Jim."

"Is that Creed's blood?"

"Some of it yeah. Wait. How'd you know about that?"

"The whole school knows. I think they're planning a parade in your honor."

Jim noticed how green her eyes were. They reminded him of someone, he couldn't quite place whom though.

"I, Personally, would like to thank you," she said as they made their way out to the range. That guy is such a bastard. Wish you woulda aimed for between his eyes..."

For what seemed like the hundredth time in the last half an hour Jim grinned. Things hadn't turned out so bad after all...

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