LS7: Sorry about the long wait for the second chappie of I'll care for ya Jimbo…. I just didn't feel emotionally there to type anything. Hope you guys enjoy….

This will be in Jim's P.O.V.

Dream state

'Thinking/Jim's POV'

"Talking"

"P-please daddy! Don't leave again!"

A little boy no older then ten cried out as his father was about to leave the house. The little boy was still clad in his blue pajamas as he awoken to the sound of his mother crying in the kitchen and saw his father leaving…yet again. Before the man got a foot out the door, the boy grabbed his leg so he wouldn't leave.

"Jim.. Please I have to go. So let me go…!!" The older man said gruffly pulling his son's grip off of him. Jim was in tears. He adored his father to no end. So why would his father just walk out on them? It just baffled the young boy's mind.

'Did mom do something wrong?'

'Did I do something wrong?'

Jim watched as his father left the house and instead of sitting there like the helpless little boy he knew he wasn't, he ran after his father's retreating form. He didn't want his mother to cry anymore. He didn't want to have to go to school and be forced to listen to other children talk about how great their father was. Jim just wanted his family back. The one in which was his dad, his mother and himself. But his father must have not got the message. His father was running away into the morning sun light. Away from his crying wife, away from his son who was trying to bring him home.

He ran as fast as he could. Time wasn't on Jim's side. He was to late. But Jim didn't care. He kept on running along the dock only to see his father climbing on board his ship. Jim called out to his father before he tripped and cut his face. Blood flowing from under his eye as though he was crying. But he was. Jim was crying for his father to come back.

The morning sun's glow came from behind Jim as though he was an angel. He in vain, stretched his hand towards the retreating ship as it faded into the dull morning sky believing his father would hear his heart felt plea…

"Dad…. Please don't leave me…. FATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I awoke with a cold sweat as I dreamt of him again. I hate thinking about… that man. As I composed myself as best I could, my head throbbed intensely. As I clutched my throbbing head, I tried to get out of bed but I felt a cool hand on my head stopping me instantly. The cooling sensation felt good but as quickly as it came, it was gone. I moaned at the loss of the cool hand to finally come to grips on what was going on. I realized that I was in some what dark room, I wasn't alone, and that everything in my body was in pain. I also realized I felt sick to the point where moving my head a little, made me feel like the world was spinning... Literally! There was a voice though. It sounded comforting yet so… familiar.

"Jimbo! How are ya feelin' lad?"

Silver? Wait a damn minute!? What was he doing here!? And why in the world was a pink blob in my face all of a sudden? Oh! Wait, that was Morph. When I was about to say something, I felt a strong tickling sensation in my nose. I had to sneeze badly so I tried everything possible not to. But rubbing my nose didn't really help me here. I ended up sneezing regardless.

"A-achoo… sniff Heh-HECHOOO! Ugh!"

I swear this is the worse cold I've had in years and what makes it worse is that Silver is here. But deep down, I'm kinda of glad he's here. I watched Silver say nothing as I finished my sneezing fit but walked over to the table near us and got me some tissues for my nose. I muttered a thanks and blew my nose in embarrassment. After that, there was an awkward silence in the room with the exception of my coughing and Morph squeaking around Silver. Suddenly Silver spoke.

"Well Jimbo… that little stunt ya pulled this morning wasn't the best lad. Why didn't you just tell me ya were feelin' under the weather?

He looked at me with so much concern in eyes as he placed a cool rag on my heated forehead. I never seen anyone with so much concern for me… well my Mom but that's beyond the point at hand.

I didn't say anything at first since the cool sensation on my head felt so good that I didn't want to ruin the moment of total bliss. But like all things, good things come to a end. Why? Well let's ask my nose that won't leave me alone.

Stupid damn cold!!!

"Hah- choo! Heh-choooooooo!" " Id's nod of your concern and I never asked for your help…" If he brought that lie, then I was a master in the art of deception… but I'm not so…damn it all. As I grabbed the tissue box and got one to blow my nose, Morph flew around my head making me slightly dizzy but he seemed kind of angry at me. Wait? What did I do to make him mad at me? Hold that thought! My brain hurts so it will take me awhile. Oh! Yeah! I sort of, kind of said that Silver didn't need to worry about me or something like that but I meant that. I've took care of myself and never needed help from anyone… But right now, right at this very moment I want him, Silver I mean to be here beside me. But I can't admit that to him… I'm scared he'll see me as this pathetic little baby that needs constant attention. I guess that's why my old man left huh? I realize for like two minutes that Silver and Morph were trying to get my attention because Morph was in my face to the point where I saw his big eyes and Silver was gently shaking my shoulder. I ignored Morph trying to gain my attention and gazed my tired eyes towards the one person trying to help me out. I really am a jerk. Silver looked different. Not physically but emotionally. I saw the hurt and loneliness that was held in eyes… well one but you got the point right? I know that feeling from so many nights of waiting up for the old man to come home, so many promises broken… To many lies. But I was the one that caused that familiar pain. Me and my big mouth. I quickly darted my eyes from his to my hands, which were sweaty.

"Um… Silver I'b sorry… I didn't bean to say dose thigs- I-I Achooo! Hat-chooooo!" When I want to say something endearing, my cold never cease to put me through hell. I blow my nose rather loud and a nasty wet gurly sound emits from it. Ew… just ew… I really wanted say something to him but my throat was pretty sore and my voice was really caving out on me. Silver apparently understood because went we locked eyes, he was suddenly happy.

"Jimbo, from what I can get outta ya, ya had a wee bit of bad luck in your life. Now I get that your old man left ya and of course your mother, but life is like a sailor's course. It's gets a wee bit sidetracked by many things known and unknown. But if ya just sit there and never take the risks, ya never get to see what's out there. Do ya understand what I'm sayin' to ya Jimbo?"

What he said just now made so much sense. Silver was right. There will be times in my life where I will get hurt, disappointed, and yes even scared but if I don't face the unknown, then I'm just holing myself back. Maybe that's what my heart is doing. Maybe that's why I see Silver as more of a friend, a mentor, and… a father. I never really understood what a father was. But I did see a glimpse of it at home. When I fixing my glider, I saw a little boy needing help with a broken toy, I was going to help him out but his dad said that he would handle it. And they walked of smiling and laughing with each other. I get that feeling when I'm with Silver. I started coughing out of nowhere. Well… not of nowhere but my throat was really dry and I needed some water. I felt as though I couldn't breathe. I choke out water to Silver who was already pouring some for me… I nearly forgotten Morph. He's so caring the little pink gooey bundle of joy. Like Silver, he was right by my side all the way. I quickly drank the water that Silver had given me feeling the cool liquid run down my dry throat. I really needed that. Silver pours me another glass of water but this time he tells me not to drink it to fast. I really need to start listening to him more because when I drank the water; a little to quickly, I started to cough and let me tell you, it was very painful.

Now while Morph was being frantic and squeaking around the room, Silver was totally calm and cool about the whole ordeal. He grabbed the cup from my hand and patted my back to help me stop coughing. I blushed in embarrassment as he patted me. My mom did that to me when I was a toddler. So imagine. But I didn't mind.

"Jimbo! Didn't I tell ya about drinkin' that down too quick? Now didn't I? Listen to me sometimes!!" I'm sorry Silver… I know what you told me but I was just so thirsty. I seriously think that this cold has some weird side effects cause I seriously feel like breaking down right now and crying. And trust me, not going to happen! I mumble a groggy sorry because I was about to pass out just now. Silver saw this and helped me to lay down so I could rest. Silver started to speak softly to me as though it was some sort of secret he was about to reveal to me.

Jim… I'm sorry I yelled at ya lad. I-I just hate seeing you like this! I'm used to seein' ya all moody but ready to learn something new. I just want to make sure you alright. So it hurts when you don't want someone there for ya… I'm here at least! He's crying! The old cyborg is actually- Oh my Treasure Planet! I- didn't think he cared for me so much. Not like this. I guess this is how my mother back at home feels when I don't listen and get in trouble. I don't what made me do this… But I hugged him. I sat up with the strength I could muster and hugged him. He hugged me too. Of course Morph joined in as well. I swear he has a radar for sentimental moments. After our little bonding moment… Silver gave me some medicine that I swear can kill.

After gagging that crap down my throat, I grew tired to the point where my eyelids became to heavy for me to keep them open. I felt the covers being pulled closer to me. I guess Silver was making sure I wasn't cold. What a great guy he is… I didn't hear Morph squeaking anymore so I figured Silver calm him down a bit. The weight of the bed shifted and with tired eyes I saw Silver get up to leave. I forgot that he had duties on this ship as the cook. I really didn't want him to leave but I knew he had to. After wait I figured was a few minutes, Silver limped over to me and patted my head as if I was a little kid. I really didn't mind plus I was to tired to argue even if I wanted to. As he was leaving to go back upstairs, he told Morph to stay with me so I wouldn't get lonely and he also told me something that made me smile a little…

"Jimbo… from now on if something is wrong with ya, just come and tell me. All right lad?" I heard him loud and clear but nodded my head in response. As I was drifting off into dream land I vaguely heard him say something else.

"Your not alone Jimbo… You're not alone anymore."

I have you to thank for that Silver and you too aren't alone either. We both aren't...

LS7: Well not too bad I hope. I actually felt myself connecting with Jim in this chappie. I hope you guys read and review!^^