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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsX?/SLASH!/Lemon
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"I can't have you do that, Doc."
Doppler's ears drooped in concern. "Why not, Jim?"
"I couldn't bear the thought of having you get hurt, should I encounter those pirates. I have to do this alone."
Sarah huffed impatiently, not liking that her son was disregarding her pleas and warnings. "That's exactly why I don't want you to do this, Jim! You could get hurt! I lost your father to the stars, I don't want to lose you, too!"
Jim turned to his mother, determination stamped on his face. "You won't," his chin tilted upward in a proud stance, "I won't let that happen."
"I can't let you risk that! I'm not losing you just so you could go off and get killed for trying to prove something contrary to that notice!"
"So, what? Should I just give up, then, Mom? Should I let Dimitri just die out th-"
"He's gone, Jim!" She shouted at last, unable to hold onto her frustrations and fear any longer. "There's nothing we can do!"
The shout felt like a punch to his gut. He quieted immediately, angry beyond all comprehension, shaking in the rush of emotions and adrenaline. Jim's eyes were flat and devoid of kindness at that moment. They only resembled dark pools.
"...Fine." He said at last, biting out the word like a vile taste of Cerulean jelly worms.
Although it seemed the fight was over, Doppler knew better. He knew that determined look on Jim's countenance well enough before he walked out of the room and stalked downstairs to the kitchen. Doppler knew too well that the youth had something up his sleeve.
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Later that night, a door quietly opened on oiled hinges. The inn was silent as all of the patrons had gone to bed hours ago. Jim carried his boots in his hands, stepping lightly on the wooden floor boards. He managed to slip past the threshold and close his door. The darkness surrounded him.
Jim walked as fast as he dared down the stairs, cringing when he heard the last step give a faint groan in protest. Not a soul came to the beckoning of that squeaky step.
Sighing with relief, he managed to get to the front door. He took the set of four keys hanging from a hook next to the door way and fumbled with the mess of metal, trying to remember by touch which key went into what lock. After a frustrating ten minutes, looking over his shoulder from time to time in paranoia and randomly jamming keys, he managed to unlock the door. Nervous perspiration covered his brow.
He found himself jogging to the side of the house, in the light of the Space Port many miles away in orbit, searching for the cruiser that one of the inn's customers used. As luck would have it, he found two sitting side by side. After much illegal programming and hard wiring, Jim had it operational and ready to take off.
Without a second thought, he flew the speedy freight cruiser out towards his destination: Tyranisernum.
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Three hours later, Jim checked the digital compass again, like he had been since he had left the Benbow far behind. The cruiser clocked at speeds of up to 210 miles an hour, at which Jim was sailing at its peak. Only 23,453 miles to go...
He had long since been able to see the planet from this vantage point, although it resembled the size of a purp.
And from this vantage point, the planet looked every bit of the destructive chaos that it seemed to have been described as...
He couldn't dwell on the what ifs. Jim had to believe that he would find Dimitri, safe and whole. He had to completely, whole-heartedly believe in it. Or else... what was left to believe in? He was determined to bring Dimitri Sudayev back to safety.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jim thought he saw a flicker of some sort. It was distracting, but he disregarded the illusion when he couldn't discern a source. He adjusted the course of direction, thinking of stopping by the Space Port for provisions and rest before resuming his journey. He was a bit worn out, although his resolve for finding Dimitri played a great factor in his determination.
...There was that odd peripheral image again.
He thought he might have seen another cruiser, which would have been possible, considering the sound of his engines drowned out all other sounds around him. Thinking of it as no consequence, Jim continued on his path towards the fate of the damaged planet.
The other freight cruiser came out of nowhere next to him, the vehicle battered and looking as if it had seen a war.
It's driver was a battle-scarred, male feline with a torn ear and a crooked, psychotic grin. Adorned upon its body was a well-worn white shirt, black boots, and a pair of rugged brown slacks that were patched in many places. A gold hoop earring pierced the injured ear near the tip and the feline wore several chains around its neck. To finish the menacing look, he wore an eye patch over his right eye.
An electronically charged blaster pointed in Jim's face.
While he had been concentrating on how to dispatch the sudden enemy, a swarm of other characters surrounded him with blasters of their own, sufficiently cornering him.
"Come out t' play, haven't ya, sonny?" Taunted a middle-aged salamander, who also held a throwing knife in the opposite hand as his blaster.
Thinking fast, Jim stepped on the surge button on the floor, seeing if he could just charge his way out of the congregation. Instead, a blaster clipped him on the shoulder, throwing him down to the floor of his freight cruiser.
"Give it up," rasped a muscled human, identifying himself as the shooter, "you can't outdistance us, nor can you fight us!"
Breathing heavily, Jim sat up, clutching the grazed shoulder, wincing.
With so many of them pointing their guns at him, and he, having been stupid to have not brought a weapon with him from home, put his arms up in surrender.
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A/N: And scene! R&R as always!
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