A/N: SOOOOO SORRY! This took way too long

And it's short Thanks for reviewing (and sticking with me) I didn't feel entirely good this weekend, so it's a bit bad. But I did include more action Thanks guy's!

Oh and warning! Cussing in this one! (if you don't like cussing don't read please)

Copyright: I DO NOT OWN TREASURE PLANET

Blythe's POV
After an hour of Jim sharing is adoration for Silver, people started showing up for the lunch shift. I was able to tear away when Jim was busy being bust-boy.

I climbed up the stairs towards the room number I'd been given. "12..." I repeated it a few times before finally finding it at the end of a dimly lit hallway. I turned the key in the slot, and the door swept in with ease. My luggage had been brought up earlier by a robot they called 'B.E.N.' and I'd been nervous. I was afraid that one of my more delicate possessions would be destroyed.

I took a second to admire the room. It had a window with a cushioned seat, and a large desk with a single lamp. There was a bathroom, a closet. And in the center of the room was a canopied queen sized bed.

I sighed restlessly as I fell back into the covers. "I could use some sleep," I mumbled. But unfortunately I couldn't. Sighing again, I rolled off the bed and slouched down over my bag.

Unbuttoning the front pocket, I searched for the object in question. Then I felt a small case. I breathed out in relief as I brought it up to my face.

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Jim swerved around tables and maneuvered expertly around customers. Picking up trays and dishes along the way.

Bringing everything into the kitchen, he unloaded the dishes into the sink (careful not to break anything).

He started back through the kitchen doors just as his mom was coming in.

"Wow! Speedy, huh?" She said stepping quickly from his path.

"ya!" he seemed exasperated, but had an air of excitement around him. "Just, didn't want to keep Blythe waiting." He smiled big and started heading out the doors again when his mom grabbed his arm.

"Jim." She sounded concerned. "You just met this girl, not two hours ago."

"Ya?" his smile started to fade.

"Well. I don't know. She's a customer. Please just. Just-"

"Ya, ya. Okay I know."

"Protect your heart," she whispered as he pushed through the swinging doors.

'Protect my heart?' Jim shrugged off his mother's "over protectiveness" and turned in the direction he'd last seen Blythe. Except, she wasn't there. His heart sank to his stomach.

'Maybe I really am... Being a bit careless with my emotions.' He thought reluctantly. 'Wait! No. I'm bad ass. I'm Jim Hawkins' this seemed to reassure him, and he continued to collect used dishes.

But after 10 minutes, he knew something was pressing at the back of his mind. Something wasn't right. Why was he suddenly so attracted to this girl? Sure, she was pretty. But there seemed to be something else.

Maybe he really was being "controlled" by that man. That person who'd unknowingly given him his brain. Thinking about it as often as he did made him start to think his life was a dream.

But it wasn't. This was reality. And to him half of himself was pitting war against the other half. What did he do to deserve this?

He couldn't handle this. "Shit." he fell down to his knees and slammed his fists against the ground. He felt blinded by anger. He was going through another one of his fits.

"WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!" He screamed out, the whole restaurant's attention was drawn to the owners son screaming on the ground.

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Jim's POV
My heart was pumping out of my chest. My mouth was spitting out angry words. I felt blinded. "WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!" I didn't mean it. I was thankful to be alive. But this, this feeling was overcoming and overpowering. All hell broke loose.

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Blythe had just laid down and was drifting into a heavy sleep when she heard loud shouts from downstairs. "Jim." She jumped up, heart racing, and pushed her door open with force, and ran down the stairs without even grabbing her boots.

She froze at the last step. "Get a hold of yourself boy!" Two armed military officers barged through the entrance, and immediately began to restrain the flailing teen.

"FUCKING LET ME GO!" Jim struggled against the officers. He proved strong against the two large-alien-officials.

"TASE HIM!" One begged. "HURRY UP, HE'S BREAKING FREE!" The other officer seemed hesitant on rendering the owner's son defenseless.

"GODDAMN IT! TASE HIM!" Finally he gave in and pulled out a taser gun.

"NO! Please!" Begged Sarah from the kitchen door as she struggled with the sight of the vicious scene. Her pleads were too late, Jim fell crumpled to the floor. Shaking and crying out in pain.

"Stop! Stop!" Blythe's voice came out hoarse, tears tolling down her red cheeks. "You're hurting him!" She wept. She had her eyes focused on his quivering frame.

For a split second she thought she saw him looking back at her. She caught her breath in her throat. She had to protect him.

I hope this isn't too confusing. Sorry for how messy it is. Please any suggestions would be fantastic!