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Poison	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Treasure Planet Views: 642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev

A/N: Here we go again! ^^ The usual disclaimers still apply.

A week later, Jim stood in front of the Judge's bench, wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath. Only under his mom's insistence did he wear such. But he refused to cut his hair or wear something other than his boots. He figured he was screwed either way. Sarah stood next to him, hoping that she could perhaps have a chance to speak so that he wouldn't be sentenced to jail.

“All rise for Judge Shniterfield.” Called out the robotic voice of a galactic policeman.

A blue alien with a three foot long neck and a stout body of two feet tall walked in from the door to the right of the Judge's bench. The odd creature wore black robes and looked around the room with eyes the size of oranges. It's arms were longer than it's neck was tall and kept trying to lift it's elbows from brushing against the floor. The feet resembled swim fins and flopped against the carpet of the court room.

The diminutive, long necked creature walked behind the bench and sat down in the leather chair. Pulling out a pair of glasses and resting them on the very tip of it's sharp nose, the Judge picked up the file folder that was placed in front of it by the robot policeman. Flipping the folder open, the Judge scanned the pages and finally turned it's attention to Jim.

“So, Mr. James Hawkins. I understand that you breached another restricted area with a non-licensed solar surfer, is that correct?” Judge Shniterfield said, it's voice a deep baritone at odds with it's proportions.

Sarah looked over at her son, expecting him to reply appropriately.

“Yes, your Honor.” Jim stated flatly.

“You may plead guilty or not guilty to the following charges: speeding, wreckless driving, illegal operation of an unlicensed solar surfer, entering a restricted area, and disturbing the peace.”

Jim looked over at his mom, worried. Those were a lot of charges. Sarah nodded her head, putting a comforting hand on his arm.

“Guilty, your Honor.”

“I had received a formal request that Sheriff Rodney sent in to me. He requests that you serve some time, so you'd understand the consequences of your actions-”

“Your Honor, please!” Sarah interrupted. “Reconsider the request! James is my son. He is troubled and just needs some professional help. My husband-his father-walked out on us several years ago. James, nor I, have recovered. If you could just find it in your heart to-”

“I have considered the request, Mrs. Hawkins!” The Judge snapped. “Please be silent!”

Sarah looked to the floor, sighing. Jim put an arm around his mother, trying to convey his regret for ever thinking of breaking the law.

“Now, as I was saying, Rodney sent in the request. It does not seem unreasonable, given the situation.” Shniterfield continued. “However, I will have to overrule it.”

Jim looked up with hope.

“But know this, James Hawkins: from tomorrow 'till next year, you will be assigned a therapist that you will have to report to three days out of the week. If you fail this, I will heed Rodney's request and have you serve time.” The diminutive alien warned. “In the meantime, you will be given community service of eighty hours. You will work one day out of every two weeks, for five hours each day that you work. That'll last until the hours are up. Although you will not be fined, those charges will stay on your record. Do you understand?”

Not daring to believe he got off so very easily, Jim sighed with relief. “I understand, your Honor.”

“Very good. Officer Hardpress here will give you the dates and times of your appointments and community service. Case dismissed!”

The gavel hit the Judge's bench in a note of finality. Jim and Sarah approached the officer that had stood next to the bench. A paper printed from the slit in the robot's chest, which it then handed over to Jim.

The last three days out of every week were listed for his appointments with a Dr. Sudayev, who's office was located ten miles South of the small town that the Benbow Inn resided, according to the address. And the second day of every other week, Jim was scheduled for garbage pickup and disposal as his community service. Jim groaned, but he knew he should be more appreciative, for the outcome could have been much worse.

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The next day came with an uncomfortable morning chill that lasted almost until noon. Jim rolled out of bed and threw on a heavy shirt over his bare, cold torso and wrenched on his boots. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he made his way downstairs to the public dining room filled with customers that read the newspaper or drank warm, variously foul smelling liquids that were unique as to which race preferred them.

A one-eyed creature in a checkered robe and night cap called to the kitchen door from across the room, it's shrill drowning out the usual cacophony. “I would like more Purp Juice, Mrs. Hawkins!”

Jim sat down at an empty breakfast nook, trying to get his bearings. The front door opened and a cheery-faced, bipedal dog creature with glasses and brown hair pulled back in a small ponytail strode through the room, closing the door. The character spotted Jim and gave a happy shout.

“You didn't go to jail after all!”

“Morning, Dr. Doppler.” Jim grunted.

“So, how did it go, Jim?” Dr. Delbert Doppler sat down next to him.

“Well, I didn't go to jail, but I have to attend therapy, which I start today, and do community service, starting Tuesday every other week.”

I knew everything would be okay!” Doppler said enthusiastically. “You should only be so lucky, Jim! It could have been much worse.”

“Yea, Mom keeps reminding me. But I wish I didn't have to go to therapy! I mean, what good is that gonna do? I don't need someone trying to pick apart my brain.”

Delbert shook his head. “You never know, Jim. This therapy might be what you need. What doctor is this that you're going to be seeing?”

“ Some Dr. Sudayev.”

“Wait...” Delbert said, surprised. “The Dr. Sudayev?!”

“What? You know who they are?” Jim asked cluelessly.

“Of course! He is the youngest, world-reknown doctor around! All of Montressor knows of him! He has made such a wonderful addition to Psychological Studies! His theories in Behavioral Sciences and breakthroughs in genetic mental illnesses are astounding!” Delbert praised. “I even met him once last year, although only briefly, as he was being given his doctorate! Dr. Sudayev practices in his hometown, although he's been given many opportunities to practice in remarkable hospitals all across the galaxy!”

At that moment, Sarah rushed out of the kitchen with a serving tray laden with various dishes. She rushed over to the breakfast nook and laid down a bowl of chowder and a bowl of water in front of Dr. Doppler.

“I had a feeling you'd be here today, so I whipped up your favorite!” Sarah smiled as she rushed over to the one-eyed alien and refilled a glass with purple juice.

“Thank you, Sarah.” The doctor called out.

“You're welcome, Delbert.”

“What else can you tell me about Dr. Sudayev?” Jim pressed as Delbert took a bite of his food.

“Well, he's about your age. It's said that he went into studying Psychology immediately after he graduated from high school when he was fifteen.”

Jim's eyes widened.

Delbert laughed. “That was my reaction when I was first told. But he seems to have a good head on his shoulders.”

“Hmmm... Maybe since I'm around his age, I could perhaps persuade him to let me out of therapy.”

“Don't think about it, Jim.” Doppler said, giving him a rare stern look. “He's not the kind of person to shrug off a case. He loves his profession too much to let you get away with it.”

“I'll never know until I try.” Jim shrugged innocently.

Jim's mom wandered over to the table, setting down a Purp and a bowl of porridge in front of her son. “Eat up, Jim. You have therapy in two hours. And Delbert?”

“Yes, Sarah?”

“Would you mind taking Jim over to therapy? I would, but my hands are a bit tied at the moment.”

“Of course.”

“Thank you.” She said as she disappeared behind the kitchen door.

“Please don't try doing this, Jim. You know it won't work. It might end with you getting into more trouble.”

“Okay, okay! I won't! I was just kidding! I promise!” Jim smiled, taking a bite of his Purp.

Somehow, Dr. Doppler had a hard time believing him.

A/N: Stay tuned as always!
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