A/N Thanks to all the people who reviewed, Kioko the pirate, knightcommander, and Rock Raider. By the way, read knightcommander's story, Spooked, it does really good ;) enjoy!
"Clear off the table! Hurry!" Jumba yelled to Pleakley as the both rushed into the ship.
Pleakley scrambled to the white table, and with one quick movement of his arms, he made all the lab equipment crash to the floor.
Jumba carried her unconscious form over and placed her easily of the cold, sterile surface. "I am thinkingk we can save her," He said to Pleakley who was standing nervously behind him. Jumba noticed how uncomfortable he was, "What, what ees eet?'
"Er, I don't know about this Jumba," He said, playing with his long fingers.
Jumba peered at him queerly, "What? Why not?"
"Well, she might be dangerous…" his voice trailed off.
"Dangerous! She ees unconscious!"
Pleakley looked at him impatiently, "I know, but don't you think it was strange how she was in the ship alone?"
"Not particularly."
"Well, maybe she was on the run from the law!"
"She just might be beingk on vacation, ever stop to be thinkingk that?"
"This is not a joke, Jumba! We might be harboring a fugitive here! This may be on my record you know!"
Jumba gave him a dirty look, "Highly doubtful, besides, your record ees not exactly in perfectness now, ees it?" He remarked slyly.
"I will choose to ignore that," Pleakley folded his hands into his chest.
"Besides, we would be hearingk about eet, eef runaway law-breaker was on loose, eh?"
"I guess," Pleakley said poutingly.
"Good," he turned and looked at her again, "Well, that ees strange," He peered at her more closely.
"What? What is it?" Pleakley scrambled to look.
"Ees not mattering," he pushed him out of the way.
"I wanna see!" Pleakley protested.
"Never be minding that now, just be gettingk me petry dish and sterile needle," he continued to look at her.
"Petry dish?" He ran around the ship's lab in a panic. "Got it! Okay, sterile needle, sterile needle… Gaahh!"
"What ees eet?" Jumba whipped his head around.
"There are TWO drawers of needles! Which ones are sterile and which ones aren't! It's pure pandemonium over here!"
Jumba rolled his eyes and looked back down at here, "The drawers are beingk labeled sterile and non-sterile.
"Oh," He laughed awkwardly, "I knew that," he retrieved the needle and gave both items to Jumba.
Jumba inserted the needle into her forearm and drew blood. He carefully put it into the petry dish and let it sit there for a moment. He moved it up to eye level.
"Ah-ha!" He said triumphantly.
"What that mean?"
He gave the dish to Pleakley, "Lookingk at how once light blue skin is now purplish?"
Pleakley looked over Jumba's shoulder at her, "Yes…" he said uncertainly.
"On certain planets, many a far away, peoples exist, and not breath oxygen," Jumba explained.
"Not breathe oxygen! Why those are just stories, those aren't true!" Pleakley protested.
"Ah, ees what I was thinkingk, too. But, right here in front of us ees livingk proof stories true," he said proudly.
"What? Prove it," Pleakley doubted.
Jumba pointed to the petry dish, "Seeingk how blood bubbles like so? Ees meaningk that the vessels are burstingk, due to how there ees no breathable air surrondingk eet, only toxic air."
"Well, then what is she breathing, Mr. Genius?" Pleakley asked him.
"Girl ees breathingk carbon monoxide," Jumba responded as-a-matter-of-factly, folding his arms into his large chest.
"Then what is she breathing now? Last time I checked, we aren't breathing carbon monoxide on Earth."
"She has extra monoxide in chest, to be lastingk, oh, about another hour. But contact with oxygen is dangerous, already changingk skin color."
Pleakley sighed impatiently, "But we have no carbon monoxide here, what will she breath when her extra runs out?"
"Ah, one-eyed noodle is wrongk, I am havingk large supply of monoxide under secret door in bedroom!" Jumba smiled gleefully.
Pleakley raised his eyebrow, "Do I want to know why?"
"True evil geniuses need no reason to half poison gases in room."
Pleakley shook his head, wondering why he ever asked.
"You are needingk to be leavingk now," Jumba said to him.
"What? Why?" Pleakley said, alarmed, "May I remind you of who found the girl?"
Jumba sighed impatiently, "Ees for me to do medical analysis. I cannot be doingk eet when you are in room, cannot concentrate." He looked down at her body. "Look at how bad arm ees burned. And parts of face not to be lookingk too well. Also, leg ees badly broken. Cannot fix when you are een room, now, please to be leavingk," He walked over and opened the door, signaling for him to leave.
"Fine!" He stormed out the door, but then he turned around, finger pointed in the air.
"But, just to be clear, I-" But Jumba cut him of by sliding the door in his face.
Pleakley started to say something, but then put down his arm, crestfallen. Pouting, he stomped off to the passenger area of Jumba's ship. He slumped down in one of the chairs after making sure that the door slid shut loud enough behind him for Jumba to hear it.
The minutes trickled by slowly, then they slowly turned into hours, or so it seemed, Pleakley checked his watch, "4:30!" He exclaimed, "That's it? Gosh!" he flipped his body over three seats. Pleakley closed his eye and was starting to go to sleep, when the door opened and Jumba walked in with his four-eyed goggles on his forehead and a white lab coat on.
Pleakley bolted up, "What is it? How is she?"
Jumba looked at him sadly, "Ees very bad for girl. I've managed to med broken leg fine, was easy. Her burns, however, bit more tricky," he shook his head, eyes downcast.
"What?" Pleakley was on the edge of his seat.
"There is beingk bit of problem with breathingk," He sighed, "I was wrongk, she ees not breathingk carbon monoxide."
Pleakley raised his eyebrow, "The what does she breathe?"
Jumba started pacing around the room, "This may be soundingk strange, but I don't know. But what I am knowing ees that she only has few hours to live." He took a seat next to Pleakley and put his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry, Jumba," Pleakley faced him, "Are you sure we can't help her?"
"Positive," he muffled. He looked so crushed; it hurt Pleakley to see his best friend like this.
"Hmm, yes, I think-" He started to say.
"Wait!" Jumba raised his head happily, "There ees way!" He jumped up from the seat.
"What, another way? How?" Pleakley stood up, too.
Jumba flashed him an evil grin, "Oh, you know."
"Ahh!" Pleakley gasped, "You can't do that!" Jumba started walking out of the room, Pleakley on his tail.
"Why not?"
"Why not? Well, for one, it's inhumane!" He pointed his finger triumphantly in the air, proving his point.
Jumba stopped and looked down at him, "We are not beingk human," He walked threw the door.
"Jumba you can't! It's never been done before!"
"Ha! Never been done! I've created over 6 hundred never-been-dones! I am professional! I know what I am doingk!"
They arrived at the lab, but Pleakley stretched his body in front of the door, preventing passage, "Jumba, why are you doing this? You don't even know the girl! It's not like it's Nani or Lilo, she could be potentially very dangerous! Why?"
Jumba looked at him squarely, "Eet ees beingk right thing to do."
Pleakley looked up at him strangely, "Since when did that matter to you? I thought you only cared about, 'evil genius'." He mocked his accent.
Jumba looked at the ground and shuffled his feet before saying, "Since a life was in balance, and she needs me, I am last hope."
Pleakley looked up at him, completely shocked. He reluctantly put his arms down and moved aside, allowing him to enter, "Be careful," He said to Jumba as he stepped threw the doorway.
"I will."
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