DISCLAIMER: I do not own any parts of Treasure Planet; Jim Hawkins; Captain Amelia, Long John Silver; Interstellar Academy etc.

Officially the longest chapter written and the most difficult. I admit this story was back shelved severely but I got emails alerting me to people adding my story and I decided to re-read the reviews I got, reminding myself that people did like the story! So I ask as a favour if you like it review for me! It really helps me shove me into writing more. So I hope you enjoy it as always.

Far away, tucked in a corner of the Galaxy, surrounded by a mirage of asteroid fields and sun shrouds a small planet lay silent. Kept lit by two low suns the planets surface boasted green and purple moors, interrupted only by streams, lakes and rivers all flowing into a large ocean, the liquid expanse covering half of the planets surface. An uninhabited location, the moors' grass was long and unkempt, the atmosphere one of wild freedom.

Accompanying the vast wilderness were seemingly random arrays of boulders and rocks marking the planets beautiful face. Viewing this arrangement of nature flew one of the planets few occupants; a large russet bird, its beak and feet a deep gold, with long feathers creating a tail trailing behind in the wind. It was this magnificent creature that Commander Beaufort last laid his eyes on before his captures dragged him underground.

With his arms tied painfully behind his back the Commander was led down a dirt corridor, clearly excavated by the pirates that now occupied it. He attempted to remember the route he was being led down but the underground maze had been purposefully built with hundreds of turnings, clearly designed to disorientate anyone who was not a resident. After fifteen minutes of walking he had lost the route to find his way back out again and instead focused on any differences that occurred along the way to give him self a small advantage should he escape.

There weren't many. Doors looked the same in each new passage, and the one that was opened for him was no different. The burly pirate who still had hold of him shoved him forcefully into the bleak cell, making the commander stumble against the wall, his bound hands preventing him from steadying him self.

"Our leader will be with you shortly," the pirate said, slamming the door and locking it loudly. Moving to the door the Commander watched the pirate disappear down the passage, his throaty laughter echoing long after he left his prisoner in darkness.

Poring over an array of maps on the table in front of him, the pirate captain awaited the arrival of his second in command. The news that the commander of the fleet had been captured had arrived quickly and he was becoming impatient. Everything was falling into place. Information from his scouts had given the pirate captain a sudden hand of leverage; one of the ships joining the Space Corporations' fleet had a particularly useful passenger. The Captain grinned, spearing his knife down on the map in an act of triumph. Yes, everything was going perfectly.

"Come in," he called in response to the knock at his door. Looking up he saw his second in command enter; the pirate who had put the Commander in his cell.

"Is he here?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, I'll see him now," the Captain rose, pulling his knife from the map and picking up something else that grabbed the other mans attention.

"Wouldn't it be a good idea to let him wait a while? Grow fearful?" The pirate looked down at his feet as his captain turned and glared at him, "Sir."

"Rique, no amount of waiting will instil as much fear as what I have right here," the Captain held up what looked to Rique like a photograph and his lack of understanding was exposed plainly on his face. The Captain sighed irritably.

"You don't get to a man like the Commander through protocol … you do it through his family."

Olivia lay in her hammock, golden clouds flouting around the ship casting the cabin in a soft glow. Filled with tiny reflectory pigments the clouds reflected light from suns hundreds of miles away giving the illusion of sunshine. Olivia thought them exceptionally beautiful. Through the hatch light shone onto her face and Olivia shifted as it landed painfully across her eyes. It had been two weeks since their departure from the Space Port and the crew had begun to fall into a quiet lethargy and despite the beauty surrounding the ship, no one on board really noticed.

As routines were performed and chores were completed, the same tasks day after day, the young crew members had more opportunity for their minds to wander. More specifically to think about what lay in wait once they reached the meeting point. A small moon, the meeting point for the Space Corporation was favoured for its dark climate making it an ideal spot for secret affairs. In order to protect the moon from invaders the location was only known by the high officials, Amelia and Olivia's father being two of them. Amelia didn't know however that Olivia also knew the moons location…

Olivia ran up to her father and threw herself into his arms. He was leaving again, she knew he was, but she wasn't going to let him. When he attempted to loosen her from him she merely gripped onto him harder.

'You promised!'

'I know but this is really important. I've been summoned by important people.'

Olivia shook her head still refusing to let go.

'I'm important too and I'm telling you to stay here.'

Sighing Commander Beaufort gripped Olivia's wrists and gently pried her from his neck. Her face was wet with tears and he smiled as small hiccups sounded from her throat.

'Please?' She pleaded, looking up at him with huge eyes.

'I can't kitten, you know that,' gently he wiped a lock of hair that had stuck to her damp cheeks. It was a gesture familiar with Olivia he always did it when he was leaving. To her it had become a bad gesture so angrily she slapped his hand away.

'How are these missions more important than me?'

The Commander looked at his daughter for a long moment feeling his heart wrench at the look of utter despair in her eyes. Olivia was the man's world and since the death of her mother that fact had only intensified. He never admitted it but it broke him every time he was called on stealth missions for the Corporation and had to leave her behind. A call from outside alerted him to his convoy outside, ready to take him to the port.

'Olivia,' gently he reached out to hug her again but she backed away, running over to his bag and pulling it with her to the door. 'Olivia what are you doing?'

'If you don't have your bag,' Olivia spoke between breaths as she disappeared behind the door, 'you can't go!' Briskly he made his way over to her and through her struggles got her to look at him holding her softly by the shoulders. The hiccups returned as tears lined her cheeks again. 'At least tell me where you're going.'

'I can't Ol-'

'Because then I can look up at the stars and know that your not all that far away.'

Beaufort blinked in surprise at her sudden change. Instead of sadness and anger her face held an expression more aptly compared to defiant. He grinned as a feeling of pride welled inside him and he tugged playfully on her wavy hair.

'You're not letting me go without a fight tonight are you?'

Shaking her head vigorously Olivia folded her arms defiantly over her chest, a smile forming at the corners of her mouth for the first time that night when she knew she had at least won something. Ignoring the calls from outside the commander sat down opposite his daughter and explained the location of the moon he would be stationed at. In that moment Olivia didn't let any of the details he explained slip by her, determined that when she was old enough she would be able to follow him out there so that he wouldn't leave her again.

And how ironic it was that, as she lay swinging in her hammock, the memory lingering in her mind, she was on her way to the one place she had wanted to travel to all her life, and her father wasn't there.

Wrapped in her thoughts Olivia failed to notice another presence entering the cabin and was unmercifully wrenched from her reverie by a familiar hyperactive robot suddenly appearing beside her.

"Argh!"

Feeling her heart ram into her ribcage in shock Olivia bolted upright and in an attempt to move away from Ben, slid onto the floor in a tangled heap, a pain spreading through her leg as she landed on it awkwardly. On the other side of the hammock Ben yelled in surprise at Olivia's scream and, not quite sure why she didn't stop, Olivia quickly found herself in a yelling contest with the robot.

"Argh!"

"Argh."

"Argh!"

"Argh, Ben!"

"Argh."

"BEN!"

From her position on the floor Olivia managed to land a satisfying smack across Ben's face. The sharp contact with metal left a sting on her hand but she took a small pleasure in seeing his head spin round, the cogs in his neck grinding at the odd movement.

"Oh thanks, I needed that," Ben said gripping his head and blinking a few times. Olivia had the impression it would take a lot more than a few head spins to sort the robot out properly. Rubbing her leg she stood and began straightening her hammock which twisted in her fall.

"Is something wrong Ben?"

Ben looked at her confused for a moment, taking time to remember if anyone had told him that something was wrong. Still pondering he jumped onto the hammock as Olivia finished unravelling it, casually placing his hands behind his head, seemingly oblivious to her unimpressed expression.

"Er no, I can't think of anything."

"Then why were you screaming?"

"Well you did startle me a little and … I didn't scream okay," Ben scoffed, brandishing his hands for emphasis, "That's, you know, a little bit girly."

"Really? Oh, ok."

Indicating that she was going up on deck Olivia left Ben to relax on her hammock. Lately the robot had been sporting the notion that he was a 'tough guy', or as close as he could be. As such screaming clearly wasn't on the cards but the problem for Ben was no one on ship was buying his act. He seemed to be occupied with a new bizarre notion every week and, not having known the robot for very long, Olivia didn't know whether it was his nature or if it had something to do with his strange markings. Olivia made a mental note to ask someone about it. As she reached the stairs Olivia turned slowly, careful to be extra light on her feet. Ben had begun humming to himself, the hammock now swaying gently beneath him, failing to notice the young lady silently creeping up on him from behind. Mulling over several words in her mind Olivia finally decided upon a classic scare call.

"Boo!"

Laughter erupted out of her throat as a high pitched yelp sounded from Ben and the robot jumped into the air, his eyes popping out of his head. Clinging onto the rafters he glared down at Olivia who lay shaking on the floor in laughter.

"Olivia?"

Olivia stopped laughing, turning her head to see an upside down Jim stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking at her with a quizzical expression. Feeling a familiar rush flow through her stomach she gently cleared her throat, making an attempt to regain some grace as she stood, subconsciously running her hand through her hair.

"Oh hey Jim," she said casually, ignoring his gaze. He stepped forward with wariness held in his eyes. Olivia guessed that seeing her lying hysterically on the floor was more than a little bit odd to him. Since the start of the voyage Olivia had purposefully retained a professional demeanour around Jim, not letting herself become to open, and certainly not allowing herself to be caught playing daft tricks on the resident robot. She told herself it was easier this way, that when they were flung into battle she would be emotionally distant enough from Jim not to be constantly worrying about him. The part of Olivia's mind that told her if she exercised no control around Jim he would figure out she had a crush on him was well squashed down. She had been reminded on several occasions that she was hopeless at hiding her feelings, and on a ship there were very few places to hide from someone.

So now, having regained her composure, leaning against a small table, arms crossed casually across her stomach, she smiled up at the young man watching as he closed the gap between them, stopping two feet away.

"What's so funny?" he asked glancing around.

Olivia shrugged while silently wondering how long she had before Ben dropped down and gave her away.

"Nothing."

"Ha! Argh-oh!"

A crash behind her answered her query. Biting her tongue Olivia fought the laugh that threatened the burst out, covering her mouth with her hand while the laugh turned into small shakes in her chest. In front of her Jim had watched as Ben fell from the ceiling, his usual yelp accompanying the fall. Yet it wasn't the robot lying in a metal heap on the floor that he watched. It was Olivia who continued to uselessly hide her laughter.

Jim hadn't been oblivious the past two weeks of her odd behaviour. For the first couple of days she had been as she was now, giggling and alluring, making Jim feel the odd need to spend time with her. He had even purposefully sought her company, enjoying the relief she gave him from simply being … her. The decision whether to tell her about Silver's instructions still battled within him and at one stage he had made a decision. He was going to tell her, try and get her to help him. And then she had changed, becoming distant and business like, just the same as, he realised with some chagrin, Captain Amelia.

He had continued to watch her, how she acted around the other members of the crew, desperately trying to figure out if the reason for her change had anything to do with him, though he couldn't fathom any reason why it would be. Over a few days of observing her Jim felt his mood decrease as he watched her laugh and joke with Emma, finding it no problem to be herself around the other girl. However, that he had managed to handle, putting it down to a girl thing, but when he had seen Olivia sat showing Bill the swarm of creatures passing the ship when she had previously blanked him Jim had felt an small twinge of anger. What had he done? The fact that Ralph had noticed him watching Olivia hadn't helped his mood either.

"Are you actually going to talk to her, or shall we just stare at her a little longer? I mean I don't mind the staring," Ralph had added when Jim ignored him. Re-tying the rope in his hands Jim glared at his friend.

"I'm not staring."

"Alright then, you're observing, but you've been watching the girl for days. You're never going to get her to like you if you don't talk to her." Fed up of Jim ignoring him Ralph took the rope out of his hands.

"Look, you don't get it. I just want to know why she's gone all distant."

"Well have you asked her?"

Jim's silence answered the question and giving a satisfied nod Ralph picked his moment to walk away, leaving Jim to resent the day Ralph had got to be so smug.

"Ben," Jim said as a statement more than a question.

"Hey Jimmy," Ben responded stumbling to his feet, holding onto his hip. In an exaggerated effort he threw himself onto Jim, clinging on his neck. "Psst," Jim flinched at Ben's not so quiet whisper in his ear, "I have a few tricks up my sleeve for this one," he pointed a finger at Olivia who stood motionless smirking at the robot. "You want in?"

Jim watched Olivia, holding her gaze when she locked her eyes with his. A small smile graced her lips and Jim found that, now he was in close proximity with her for more than a few seconds, he was studying her face. In her expression all Jim could see was mischief and he felt a stirring in his stomach, a ray of hope that she wasn't being distant anymore.

After a few moments Jim found his voice. Grabbing onto Ben's arms he removed the robot from around his neck, "Maybe later."

"Okay," Ben backed away toward the stairs, glaring at Olivia.

Olivia watched Ben leave, conscious of every last step the robot took, each step bringing her closer to the moment she would be alone with Jim. Jim seemed to notice as well, as he continued to look after the robot long after he had disappeared. Silence stretched out between them, neither one wanting to break the quiet. In the end it was Olivia who did so.

"So," Jim looked up at the sound of her voice, and he felt the familiar sensation of disappointment when he saw she was looking away from him her body tense, looking ready to leave. "I have things to do on deck, I'd better be going."

"Olivia," Jim made to grab her hand before she sailed completely past him and was so intent on keeping her from disappearing off he hadn't comprehended what to do beyond the moment.

"Jim."

"Can I talk to you?"

Olivia's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Um, ok."

Sitting back down on her hammock Olivia mused that it was where she had started from, the only difference that she had gone from thinking about one problem with one important man in her life to another.

"I need your help."

Olivia looked up in surprise, her eyes wide Jim's words taking her by surprise. A rising curiosity quickly grew within her, enhanced by Jim's seriousness, the feeling accompanied by a burn of happiness that he had come to her. Shoving the silly feeling away she nodded eagerly, curiosity still welling within her.

"Yeah of course, what is it?"

"One thing," Jim held up a hand indicating that he either needed a minute to compose himself or he needed something else from her, Olivia wasn't quite sure. She sat watching him pace, his hands running through his hair then resting on his hips, then in his hair again. His expression looked troubled a frown evident on his brow and Olivia contemplated if she should go over and hold his hands, try and calm him down.

'No!' she chided, that was the sort of thing she was not supposed to be doing. Yet as she looked at Jim again he was still agitated, clearly torn over something and Olivia commenced another argument in her own mind. In the end she made up her mind. Standing up she walked over to Jim and in a quick movement stepped in front of him grabbing his hands and lacing her fingers through his. Her action made him stop immediately and for a moment Olivia contemplated removing her hands, her fingers even twitching in preparation but she forced herself to stay where she was and after a couple of attempts she caught his gaze in her own. He had a look in his eyes she couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Jim, what's wrong?"

"I can trust you right?" he asked his tone and expression both deadly serious. Unable to speak Olivia simply nodded panic beginning to enter her pile of mixed feelings. "And do you trust me?"

Olivia felt a chill run down her spine. She hadn't seen Jim this serious once in the past month and the sudden change sent a tirade of situations through her mind. One in particular came to her, one she had forgotten and she subconsciously glanced toward the stairs.

"Jim does this have anything to do with your meeting with aun-"

The sudden tightening of his grip caused Olivia to snap her gaze back to Jim, her breath catching in her throat when he stepped closer to her, forcing her chest to touch his. Closing her eyes she prayed that he couldn't feel her heartbeat quicken, willing her self to ignore the invisible punch to her gut at his closeness.

"Do you trust me Olivia?"

She didn't need to open her eyes to imagine the pleading in his but she forced her self to do so anyway.

Jim waited breathlessly for her answer, willing her to say yes. Somehow his quest to find out if he had done something to annoy her had turned into him throwing everything into her trust. The feeling that something bad was going to happen soon still lingered with him, haunting him at night and keeping him awake and seeing Olivia and Ben having fun hit him with the realisation that the people he was close to might get hurt if he didn't do something soon. Whether or not it was that realisation that had suddenly changed his mind, after previously choosing not to involve her, he wasn't sure, all he did know was that if she said no he was severely screwed. There was no way she would let this rest if she decided not to help him until he spilled his information anyway.

"Yes. Jim I trust you."

Jim let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. Relief flooded over him as he hung his head, a small smile breaking through his serious demeanour. He tried not to feel overwhelmed by the task that still lay ahead, instead trying to focus on the fact that he wasn't completely on his own anymore.

A soft hand on his shoulder brought Jim back to his current situation and he looked up to find Olivia stood in front of him, very close one hand resting on his arm, the other still entwined through his. Jim stood frozen, barely moving his chest in an attempt to keep it from pressing against hers, the rhythm of his heart increasing to beat against his ribcage. The back of his neck grew warm as his throat became dry. All in all, he felt very awkward now the strain had gone from the situation and he didn't have any logical explanation to be stood so close to her.

Olivia felt Jim's body become rigid under her hand and she tensed in response, knowing she should move away but not knowing how to without making the moment more awkward. Clearing her throat she looked up at Jim from under her lashes.

"Jim?"

Jim looked back down at her, still maintaining his rigid position,

"Yeah?"

"I, um …"

Before Olivia could begin to string together a sentence a high pitched whistled pierced the air, increasing in volume until the two teens let go of each other to cover their ears. Knowing the sounds' origin Olivia looked at Jim, her eyes wide with fear. Jim caught her gaze with the same expression and in a poor attempt at a shield grabbed her, all thoughts of awkwardness gone, pulling her to the ground beneath him just as the ship shook violently, wooden shards exploding across the cabin.

Olivia covered her head, curling into a ball beneath Jim as the ship was struck. Immediately all the training the two of them had ever received came to them and within seconds Jim was sprinting with Olivia above deck. A strong wind blew Jim's hair around his face as he took in the scene around him. Two ships flanked their own, the masts hoisting flags that Jim recognised with a hard shock; the same marking that was on Ben.

"Caledonians …"

Commander Beaufort glared at the Captain, unconditional anger surging inside him. He had been shackled to the wall upon the Captain's arrival and was now struggling against his restraints with every ounce of strength he ever had.

"Come, come Eric," the Captain said. He stood slouched lazily against the wall, fingering the photograph in his hand. "It's simple enough all I want to know is how many of you know where the device is."

"What device?"

The Captain sighed. When he spoke it was weary, boredom laced through his words. "The device that will destroy our weapon that we built to destroy all of you ... and that we hid in various places, haven't I been over this?"

Commander Eric Beaufort remained silent. How the Caledonian's had heard about the device he didn't know but he would be damned if he would reveal the information. The information was classified and Eric wasn't about to be responsible for the death of thousands of people.

"She is very pretty, if a little bit feline for my taste."

"You son of a bitch!"

The Captain moved away from the wall and stood in front of Eric all mirth gone from his face, replaced by a cool seriousness. "Tell me who knows and she'll live."

"People with the knowledge are all over the Galaxy, you'll never find us all."

"We'll see," turning his back on Eric the Captain beckoned Rique into the cell. Stepping into the room Rique ignored their prisoner though Eric studied him as quickly as he could committing his face to memory. "Send the signal," the Captain handed the photo to Rique who studied it with interest. Turning back round the Captain looked at Eric who met his gaze with fervour. "Kill them all, particularly Miss Kitty, unless of course our Commander has something to say."

The crew aboard Amelia's ship stared in horror as a dozen laser canons were aimed at the ship, the energy building within them, preparing to fire. Jim glanced around him analysing the situation his hope failing as their helplessness descended.

"Mr Hawkins!"

Jim spun to see Captain Amelia sprinting toward him, Delbert following behind, his hand nervously adjusting the glasses perched on his nose. Olivia turned to, a deviance lit in her eyes.

"Mr Hawkins, I have a favour to ask of you."

"Yes Captain."

"Take this map, use your coordinates, take one of the boats and find that device," she spoke with an authority Jim couldn't question yet he stared bewildered at Amelia as she handed him a small box containing the map. He wanted to ask where her change of mind came from but he barely had time to agree with her command. "And take Olivia. Go, now!"

The pirate Captain observed Commander Beaufort. Eric felt his heart rip inside his chest as he hung his head, his lips remaining sealed. He closed his eyes, unable to see the moment he destroyed his family.

Slowly the Captain joined Rique at the door. "Well what are you waiting for? Let's say hello to our adversaries."

This chapter was such a pain to try and finish, which is why it has about four endings. Plus it has set in motion Jim and Olivia, properly, finally!