Silver and Jimmy. Not much else to say.

"Silver."

A heart beat passed whereby the two men looked at each other, Jim still unsure as to whether his eyes were tricking him.

"Surprised lad?"

Surprised didn't quite cover it.

"Something like that," Jim's voice sounded weaker than he would have liked.

Silver laughed deep in his throat and emerged fully from the shadows. The first thing Jim noticed was that he looked older. More weary, as though he had been through one too many battles. His eye had lost any sparkle it used to hold and his cyborg eye even seemed to be a dull metal. In two strides Jim crossed the room and gave Silver a tight embrace. Smiling Silver patted Jim on the back. A few moments passed before he coughed and pulled back.

"Easy there Jimbo, you're getting dust in me cyborg eye again."

Jim couldn't help but smile. His head was buzzing with questions he wanted to ask his old friend, his mentor, practically his father. His mouth had opened to begin the torrent of questions however Silver beat him to it.

"I must admit this is not how I would have liked to have met you again Jimbo, we're a bit short on time,"

The camera. Jim glanced at the device and then briefly at the window. Delbert or Ben would undoubtedly come looking for him in a minute otherwise they really would be late for the launch. Jim felt an annoying conflict of interest. He didn't want to miss the launch, or risk having people find Silver with him, but then how would he know he would ever see Silver again.

"So I'm going to need to ask you about those notes you've been receiving."

"It was you. You've been sending me these," Jim pulled out a note from his pocket. Silver gave a rueful smile and nodded. "Why? What are they anyway?"

"They're coordinates."

Jim frowned. "Coordinates for what?"

"Listen lad. Those Caledonians aren't a bunch of amateur rogues, they're devious evil pirates," Silver laughed again, this time genuinely amused, "They're the embodiment of how we used to be when we ruled the skies,"

Jim flinched when Silver included himself in the 'we'. He had to remind himself that though Silver was good to him, but it didn't change who he was; a pirate. Jim's depressed thoughts quickly returned to the present as Silver continued on.

"And the voyage you're about to go on, it's gonna be dangerous Jimbo."

"That still doesn't explain about the coordinates."

Silver smiled again, amused at Jim's determination to get to the point of a conversation. Act, don't talk. A trait of his own as well as Jim's. He remained silent as he walked to the window and peered out from behind the thin curtain.

"The Caledonians have a weapon lad, one which will blow you and your friends all the way to Kingdom come and beyond. Those coordinates will bring you to an item which can destroy it."

Jim looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. '2456', was written in the center, nothing else.

"2456," Jim repeated. His tone held an edge of disbelief, as well as slight fear with the confirmed knowledge that whoever the Caledonians were, they meant business.

Silver shook his head.

"That's only part of it. You still have the other notes Jimbo?"

Jim nodded. They were tucked away in his bag.

"Each coordinate takes you to a different location. Now see here, the Caledonians know about this item Jimbo. It couldn't be completely destroyed, so they dismantled it and hid the parts in different locations across the galaxy. Each coordinate will take you to a different part."

Sighing Jim rubbed his eyes. His apprehension for the voyage was growing with every passing minute and it looked like stopping the army of pirates was going to be more than just a flight and a fight.

"And you want me to find the pieces and build this … thing."

"No lad, you do."

A sharp knock on the door broke through the tense silence in the room. Jim silently cursed. It was time to go, but his head was spinning unable to put together a straight thought with the information he had just received. This was a lot more complicated than he could have ever thought. Expecting Delbert to be on the other side of the door Jim hastily called out.

"Yeah just a sec."

"Jim the ship is leaving in five minutes whether we're on it or not," a female voice called through the door. Jim lunged for the camera and jumped towards the door, blocking the entrance just as Olivia opened the door. She was frowning and glared at him as he casually leant against the doorframe. "What have you been doing in here?" she asked.

"Getting the camera," Jim held it up, speaking as relaxed as possible.

"Well hurry up!" Olivia hissed.

Snatching the camera from him she turned and walked quickly back across the landing. He watched her retreat for a moment, briefly wondering why she had returned, then turned back to the room only to find it empty. His heart dropped as realisation hit that he hadn't been able to say bye, or even properly talk to Silver. Despite himself he couldn't help but feel a small amount of resentment towards Olivia. If she hadn't come to get him he could have had a moment more with Silver.

He was about to leave when on the bed he noticed another note. Already he was sick of them.

Picking it up it hit Jim that this was probably going to be the extent of the relationship he would ever have with Silver again; random pieces of paper with numbers. Well, it was better than nothing, right? Yeah, right.

'You've still got greatness in you Jimbo. Keep a sharp eye.'

Jim pocketed the note and flew out the door. He had four minutes to get to the ship and then to figure out how to convince the crew to go with him on a Treasure Hunt.

No problem.

That chapter was shorter than the others, mainly because I had such problems with it! And it's important so it gets it's own chapter. Writing Silver in character AND having him doing the exposition is really quite tricky. Let me know if you didn't understand it - I tried to make it as clear as possible. Sorry if Silver is quite OOC.

RHM