Disclaimer: I don't own Disney's Treasure Planet, nor the creations of Robert Louis Stevenson. Findabhair, however, is entirely my own.

(Author's Note: Okay, about damn time, right? Sorry it took so long to update people, I know I've been kind of a slacker. Okay, I've been a HUGE slacker when it comes to my account. I've read but not written! Terrible, i know. But here I am with more Gravity! This chapters a little short, and has a little more obscenities than other chapters, but let's remember that I'm relieving you of a cliffhanger, shall we? Please enjoy!)

"Silver, what the hell are you doing here?"

They were standing to the side of a busy square located off the docks. Finn was a little ways off, standing guard while Silver sulked in the shadows and Jim gave him the what-for. He'd relented from giving it to him in the hull of the galleon; wouldn't want raised voices to give them away and land them in jail, now would they? So he'd kept his mouth in a thin line as they'd crept off the ship, occasionally flashing glances in Finn's direction. She was ignoring him to the best of her ability, so he gave up trying to make her crack. Once they'd set foot on land, they headed for the square least-populated by officers (Silver wasn't exactly one to disappear into the crowd), playing it out like they were just on a stroll. But the minute they were out of sight and earshot, Jim let him have it.

"You're wanted by half the galaxy for piracy and worse and you pick the second-busiest port in the damn system to show your face?!"

Silver looked slightly abashed, then frowned and planted a hand on his hip and jabbed a mechanical finger in his face. "Now see here, Jimbo--"

"Silver, you gotta leave," Jim interrupted. "You can't be here--"

"Jim, if I can vouch for him--"

The young cook rounded on Finn, his eyes blazing. "No, you can't. I'll deal with you later."

Her mouth fell open. "Hey--!"

Jim shook his head and turned back to the pirate. "Silver, look, I'm glad to see you, but you can't be here and you know it, the city's crawling with soldiers--"

"Ah, I see. They've turned you into a navy pup already."

"Actually--"

"Actually, he works in the kitchens with me," Finn said, her smirk colliding midair with Jim's glare. Silver would later swear he'd felt the air crackle, and he never asked about it.

"Jimbo, if ya don't mind my askin, and I know ya wont, what were ya doin down in the holds of the ship? Not stealin, I hope."

Jim raised an amused eyebrow. "I was doing the same thing you two were doing." He jerked his head in Finn's direction. "Where'd you pick her up?"

"That's none of your business," Finn snapped. Again, Jim ignored her.

"I gotta admit, she's better than your last crew, but seriously, you could've at least picked someone nicer to look at."

He could feel the glare she was sending him burning into the back of his neck, and he shrugged it off to continue berating Silver. "What were you looking for? It must not've been that important, you left without it."

Silver sighed. "Aye, it was important, alright. But so was you. I'll have another chance, I will."

Jim sighed too and shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets. "As pissed as I am to know you're here, I'm sure as hell glad to see you." And he stepped into Silver's open arms and gave him a great hug. Finn stood off to the side, confused and wondering at the duality of the Captain. She'd find a way to ask Jim later, and made her way back to her look-out post, all the while listening to everything the two of them were saying.

They talked a bit about where they'd been since the "trip", something Finn was dying to know about. But neither of them would elaborate; they chose to -- rather blatantly -- leave her out of the conversation. Jim told Silver about his situation at the Academy and that he was waiting for a letter from Admiral Roark himself that would enroll him into the school. Silver slapped him on the back and laughed, saying that he was better off a cabin boy. Jim laughed with him, feeling a weight on his shoulders he hadn't known about lift. The solar sail canvas lie forgotten in his pack, the ideas for building a newer model fleeing his mind. He was opening up again, and he felt better than he had since arriving in Carviene.

But it got late, and Jim and Finn knew that they had to be back before dinner to set tables, so they said goodbye to Silver at the docks and left for the Academy.

They never said a word the entire way home.

Silver made his way back to the tavern, plopping into a chair by the fireplace and sipping at a flagon of rum. He was in the shadows, in his usual niche of seclusion, thinking about Jim and how much he'd grown and changed since they'd last seen each other.

He wasn't expecting the man to show up so soon.

"Where's the cargo, Silver?"

The cyborg looked up and fixed his eye on the man standing across the table from him. He glared.

"You said not til next week."

The man sneered and sat down, staring at him. His face was dark and his eyes were narrowed and bloodshot; he stank of stale ale and shipscum. But even behind the dirt and ale stink there was a sharp visage, probably handsome once, and he might have been a good man in another lifetime. Silver doubted it. He didn't just smell of the drink; he reeked of cruelty and cowardice.

"I never said when. I said I needed it and that I'd pay you. Get it."

And before Silver could argue back, the man was up and out of the tavern. Silver sighed and finished his rum.

Konrade was waiting in the kitchens when Jim and Finn got back. The colors of an old bruise still graced his left eye, but he looked content munching on some cookies that were lying on a plate in front of him.

"I don't think holding out on me is a great show of our friendship, Jim," he said by way of greeting. "Why didn't you tell me they actually make food here?"

Jim rolled his eyes. "Because you would've come down here and eaten it all." He leaned on the table and took a bite from a cookie. Finn rolled her eyes too and shook her head as she walked out, but before the door shut behind her she threw an inviting glance over her shoulder at Jim. He stopped with the cookie halfway to his mouth, his eyes wide, then snapped out of it just as quickly as he'd frozen, trying to play it off like nothing had happened. But Konrade had seen it and raised his eyebrows in an amused way.

"What was that about?"

Jim shoved the rest of the cookie in his mouth. "How's the eye?"

Konrade took another cookie off the plate and saluted him with it. "Touché." He took a bite, then looked Jim over. "You know, you're the kind of guy a bloke needs to have as a mate." Jim frowned and he continued. "You know when not to ask and when to screw pretenses and not give a shit about privacy."

Jim gave a short laugh. "It's none of my business, man. But if I have to kick somebody's ass, it'd be nice if I had a reason."

The cadet nodded. "And if I have to help your sorry ass with Finn, I need to know what's going on with you two."

Jim nearly choked on a mouthful. "No way. She hates me, and trust me, the feeling's mutual."

But Konrade nodded knowingly. "And that explains the look she gave you. What happened?"

He gave him a look then brushed off his hands and stood. "This is one of those times when you should know better than to ask." And then he left the kitchen through the same door as Finn had gone. Konrade shook his head and pulled the cookie plate towards him, then looked intently at the chefs.

"Can I take these with me?"

Finn didn't think anyone could be that predictable, but apparently Jim was an exception to that rule as well. She had waited outside the kitchen door, knowing he would exit the same way and (hopefully) go looking for her. It was just her luck that he did. But the look on his face as the door shut behind him didn't exactly secure her hopes of getting the answers she wanted. He barely glanced her way before continuing down the hall. She immediately followed him. He ignored her, so she stayed one step behind him until they got to his room, which upon reaching Jim opened the door and promptly shut it in her face. Finn stared at it, mouth slightly agape in appalled surprise.

And then she shook her head and reached out her hand and knocked. The door took a while to open, and when it did Jim gave her an entirely innocent look.

"Yes?"

And for once in her life, Finn was at a loss for words. She didn't even sputter or try to open her mouth; she just stood there staring at him. He stared back for a while, then raised an eyebrow and said, "You want something?"

All at once her mind came back and she lowered her voice and said, "How do you know Silver? What's going on between you two?"

He gave her a strange look, like he was considering, and then he shook his head.

"No."

"What do you mean, 'no'?"

"I mean no, I'm not telling you."

"And why not?!"

He glanced down the hall, then stared down at her. "Tell me why you're working with him and what you're looking for."

She shook her head. "No!"

Jim smirked at her. "There you go. Any other questions you wanna have shot down?"

She glared. "You're an ass, you know that?"

He shrugged and leaned against the door frame, giving her a roguish look. She glared harder, and he crossed his arms.

"I'm only an ass to people who've stolen my property."

She growled and stuck a finger in his face. "I told you, I didn't steal--"

And then he reached out and grabbed her wrist to shove her finger away, but the moment their skin touched their eyes met and it was like electricity condensed in a single millimeter of space that suddenly exploded without warning. The only problem was that there was actually a shock, and Finn pulled away quicker than light, her eyes wide with something Jim couldn't quite place. But before he could say anything else she was bolting down the hall and away from him. He stared after her, and then his hand began to burn from where he'd touched her. He looked down and saw that his palm had a slight gold sheen. His head snapped back up towards the direction she'd run and his mouth fell open slightly.

It was nothing, he thought. Solar residue. Just some leaking cell that had gotten on his hand when he'd packed the sail into his bag. That's all.

But then why did he suddenly have the urge to run after her and do something crazy?

Jim frowned and turned back into his room, slamming the door behind him.

A Selkie, huh?

Goddammit, he was fucked.

(Author's Note: See? Explitives. But that's how I think Jim would seriously think, so he curses. A lot. But anyway... yeah, plot! Finally, right? lol, PLEASE REVIEW!!)