I wasn't sure what I needed to do…but I knew I had to do something. I couldn't just let them take her away.

Jim ran as quickly as he could, willing his legs to go faster, to the Benbow Inn. He tore open the front door and ran back to the kitchen. "Mom, you've gotta call the cops!" Sarah had been standing at the counter, but spun around when her son had charged into the room. "B.E.N., go get Captain Amelia; get her to put a stall on all ships leaving the planet! Go, now!"

The robot saluted, shouting a quick, "Roger, Captain Jimmy!" before running from the room.

Sarah looked over her son, taking in his frantic expression and his sweaty face. "Jim, what's happened?"

Jim shook his head as he began searching the kitchen for something. "Chloe's been kidnapped; they're trying to force her to go back to her family. I need you to call the cops. Where's that gun you bought?"

Sarah pulled open the cabinet below the sink, pulling out a pistol and handing it to her son. "Jim, don't do anything rash," she said as her son put the gun in the back of his waistband.

Jim nodded before quickly leaving the kitchen. "I'm going after them," he said, running out of the inn and going around behind it. He skidded down the hill toward where his solar surfer was resting. He pulled it away from the hill where it had remained hidden from the rain.

Sarah called down the hill toward her son. "Jim, wait a second!" Jim came running back up the hill, solar surfer under his arm. "Jim, I'll go call the police, you don't need to go after anyone."

"Yes I do," Jim said as he reached the top of the hill and set the board of the ground. He hit the ignition and smiled slightly when the surfer hummed to life. He hopped on, hitting the switch to release the sail and handle. "I can't just let them take her away."

Sarah put a hand on her son's arm to stop his departure. "We've talked about this; we knew she would have to go home eventually."

Jim shook his head lightly. "I know that, but…I can't let them take her. She wants to be here… with me."

Sarah sighed at her son. "Jim, I know but…women don't have the right to choose where they go or stay. If her father wants her back, she'll have to go."

"Mom," Jim said. He wasn't sure how to feel about his mother's comment. "I understand that but…She's what's been missing. What I needed to figure out – it was that I needed her. I need Chloe. And I'm going to go and get her."

Jim shot off toward the market, slowly climbing into the air, leaving his mother standing in front of the Benbow Inn. Sarah sighed before heading back inside to call the police. She understood that her son cared for Chloe and wanted her to stay with them, but she also knew that Chloe's father was her keeper. She had no choice in the matter.

Meanwhile, Chloe regained consciousness. Her head throbbed and she was sure her forehead had a large goose egg on it. She groaned and rolled over; she was lying on a hard wooden floor. There was light pouring in on her in little squares. She was vaguely aware that she was inside a ship, more than likely in the brig.

Chloe forced herself to her knees before looking around the room she was in. It was large, with a single door, which had a small window with bars. She shook her head slightly, and then suddenly…she remembered.

Everything in her life came flooding back to her: growing up on her father's many ships, never really having a stable home on a planet. Fights with her three older sisters, the closeness she felt toward her twin sister Vanessa. Her days of learning 'inappropriate things' from the ship workers: how to fight, how to shoot a gun, how to run a ship.

Her name. Chloe suddenly knew that Chloe wasn't her name at all. She was Vivian. Vivian Kim Alexis Janele Alders, youngest daughter of Lord Kimball Alders and his wife Lady Jane Alders.

And then Vivian remembered something that made her heart constrict painfully; her intended husband. A foul man old enough to be her father. Lord Thomas Randall. Vivian had to fight the urge to be sick. Images of that despicable man who treated stray dogs better than women; the image of Randall hitting a small girl across the face. Vivian choked back a sob. "Jim," she muttered.

And then she realized: she needed to get out and go back to Jim. Vivian pushed herself to her feet and ran to the door, wrapping her hands around the bars in the window as she looked out. There was a man leaning on the wall to the right of the door. "Hey," Vivian said, her voice rough. She cleared her throat as the man straightened.

She looked him up and down. He was a bit taller than her and stocky; it would be pretty easy to knock him over in a fight. Vivian smiled slightly; her mother would faint if she knew her youngest daughter was about to pick a fight with a grown man. "I've got a question for you," she said. She picked her mind for something simple that was sure to tick the man off. Her smile widened when she remembered a story that Dr. Doppler had told her . It was oddly fitting. The man's head was rather small. "Is it that your body is to massive for you teeny-tiny head, or is that your head is teeny-tiny for you humongous body?"

The man scowled at her. "What did you just say to me?"

Vivian laughed. "Apparently you're stupid too," she said, a dark smirk spreading across her face.

The man inhaled angrily. "Why I outta! I outta come in there and teach you some manners!"

Vivian beckoned to him with her index finger. "C'mon in big boy…if you're man enough, that is."

Her plan was working so far; the man huffed angrily, grabbing a set of keys from his belt. He walked to the door and Vivian backed up slightly. The door's hinges were on her side, so braced her hands against the door and waited. The lock clicked and the man pushed the door open just enough to slip his body inside. Perfect. Vivian shoved the door as he was sliding into the room; he grunted as he was squished between the door and the door frame. Vivian shoved again, this time throwing all of her weight into it and holding.

The man reached out at her, but Vivian was out of the reach of his short arms. She pressed more weight into the door, squeezing more air out of him. She held until his eyes lulled closed; when she pulled back from the door, he fell to the ground, unconscious. But she knew it wouldn't be long before he woke up. Vivian worked quickly, dragging the man into the brig, taking the keys out of his chubby hands and the gun from his belt.

She walked out the brig as silently as she could, not wanting to attract attention to herself. She pulled the door closed behind herself and locked it before looking around. There was a stair case going up on her left; she assumed that would be her ticket to the deck. Vivian nodded to herself, readying the pistol she had just stolen before running toward the staircase.

Jim, meanwhile, had flown over just about every deck docked with a fifty mile radius of the market. He assumed that Silver's ship wouldn't have been far from the site of the kidnapping, but he realized that he might have assumed wrong. "C'mon Chloe, where are you?" He asked as he flied lower, looking over the decks of several ships for any sign of Chloe or Silver.

Vivian managed to make her way to the main deck without running into anyone else. Once she was on deck; that was a different story. There were three men; a tall and lanky guy with red hair and freckles, a short and stocky guy who could have been her guards' brother, and Silver, his cyborg eyes landing on her.

She bolted toward the ramp leading to the dock, gun poised in her hand, and ready to shoot anyone who got too close. Vivian watched as the men attempted to close in on her as she ran. She shot a quick glance to the ramp; bad move. The taller man jumped on her, tackling her to the ground. She cried out in frustration, landing on her back and shooting the pistol into the air.

Jim had just begun to notice a commotion on the deck of the ship he was flying above when he heard a woman cry out. A gun went off. "Chloe!" He forced the solar surfer into a nose dive toward the deck, pulling out just in time to land roughly on the deck of the ship. He jumped off the surfer and pulled his gun from the back of his pants, aiming it at Silver, who was watching Chloe and a red headed man wrestle. "Silver!"

The cyborg turned to see Jim pointing a gun at him. "Jimbo! W'at are ye doin' 'ere, lad?"

Jim cocked the gun, casting a quick look to Chloe to make sure she was alright. She had pistol whipped her attacker, who quickly crawled away. "I'm taking her back home, and you're going to leave us alone," he said, keeping Silver in line with his gun.

Silver sighed, holding both hands up in surrender. "Lad, ye don' understand. I's gotta do t'is. Returnin' Vivian te 'er family will clear me name fer good."

Chloe (Vivian?) leapt up from the floor and ran to Jim, her gun pointed at the other man on deck. He was standing to their left; Chloe kept her back toward Jim's side. "Vivian's father, 'e's gots power, ye see. 'e swore t'at if I brought 'er home, 'e'd make t'e warrants fer me disappear. I'd be a free man Jimbo; no more hidin', no more runnin'."

Jim breathed heavily, debating with himself. He drew in a breath to speak, but Chloe began to speak first. "Send word to my father; tell him that you've located me, but I don't know who I am. Tell him to come here himself. I'll make sure the warrants for your arrest disappear. Just let me and Jim go."

Silver sighed heavily. "W'at exactly am I te do till they're gone?"

Chloe nodded to the old cyborg. "Hide out in the Coral Galaxy; it's a sanctuary for wanted men."

Silver shook his head and rubbed his eyes in defeat. "Lass, I'm sorry. I jus-"

Chloe suddenly pointed her gun at Silver, a dark glare in her eyes. "I could just shoot you; you'd be a free man then. Dead, but free." Jim cast her a look; he had never seen this side of her. "I will not go back to marry that filthy son of pig, and I'm sure as hell not going to let you take me."

Silver held his hands out again, slightly fearful that the young woman would shoot him. "Ye swear you'll speak wit yer father?"

Chloe nudged Jim, nodding her head in the direction of the solar surfer. Jim began backing toward it, his gun still on Silver. "I swear," she said. Jim put his gun away, stepping onto the surfer. He maneuvered Chloe onto the board, between the solar sail and his body. She kept her gun on Silver over Jim's shoulder. "I swear," she said. Jim kicked the board to life and they hovered just above the surface of the deck. "I'll make sure you're a free man. Maybe in the future we'll be able to be friends."

Silver nodded to her. "I 'ope ye can fergive an ol' man."

Chloe nodded before looking toward Jim. "Let's go."

They shot off; Chloe kept the gun on Silver and his ship mate until they were well out of shooting range. She finally threw it off into space before looking to Jim as he maneuvered the solar surfer. "You came for me," she said, sounding more like her old self.

Jim nodded, glancing at her before returning his eyes to his flight path. "I…couldn't just let them take you away. I hope you don't mind being stuck with me," he added with a small smile.

Chloe laughed a little before wrapping her arms around Jim's waist in a hug and to have something to hold onto as he flew. "Not in the least."

Just then, the wail of sirens came up behind him. Two robot cops were flying behind them. "Now they show up," Jim said darkly. He sped up the solar surfer because the cops were riding his tail.

Chloe looked to the robots and held her hand out as she tried to call out. "It's alright, Jim's got me!"

What she didn't know was that the cops had noticed the gun tucked into the back of Jim's pants; they had been told that a young woman, matching Chloe's description (because it was Chloe), had been kidnapped. They – being robots- scanned Jim over, receiving a list of his prior offenses. They thought they had their kidnapper, so they began to give chase.

The cops sped up; Jim sped up too. "What the hell are they doing?" He growled as he tried to maneuver sharp turns through the market with the cops riding his ass. There was one last turn before they would be out of the market and they would have a straight shot to the Benbow. Jim leaned the solar surfer into the turn, but knew the second he did that he wasn't going to be able to keep control.

He cursed and made a snap decision to let go of the board. Jim quickly released the handle bar of the solar surfer and wrapped his arms around Chloe as they were sent flying to the ground. They hit the ground hard, Jim on his right side and Chloe on her left. The couple skidded several yards on the packed earth. Jim's head met a rock along the way and stars appeared before his eyes.

He was vaguely aware that he had stopped moving. Then he could hear the police landing near them, their sirens still wailing. The last thing he heard before losing consciousness was Chloe yelling at the police officers, telling them that Jim had saved her. Then his world went black.

Woo, I was determined to finish this one before bed. I really hope you liked it. I hate that Jim got knocked out, but that's just how things have to be for now. Don't worry, he's going to be okay, I swear.

R&R and I'll see you all again soon! XXOO~BBTM