Okay, this is my first fanfic, so be nice. I know it's not as great, but hopefully I'll get better.

Just some thing you might want to know. The story takes place about one year after the end of the voyage to Treasure Planet. Also, I let Jim grow his hair back out and let him keep his earring, 'cause he looks better like that. 'Nuff said.

And now, the disclaimer.

Jim Hawkins and Treasure Planet © Disney/Robert Lewis Stevenson

OC's © Dolphy. Check out her stuff here or on deviantart. Same username either place. SHE ROCKS!

Story © ME

Okay, now that we've got all the legal stuff done, on to the story!

First Day

"Jim? Hey, Jim? Come on, man, wake up!"

Sixteen-year-old Jim Hawkins groaned and rolled over in bed, trying to ignore his roommate. "Five more minutes, Mom," he murmured into the pillow, then quickly drifted back to sleep.

Rakitan, already dressed and ready to leave, sighed and shook his head in exasperation. The Kimanakan glanced over at the pink protoplasmic blob floating near Jim's head, which had a similar expression on his face. Suddenly, Morph perked up and grinned mischievously, as if he had an idea. Sure enough, seconds later the tiny shape-shifter had changed into a trumpet and blasted a loud bugle into the sleeping teenager's ear.


The next thing Jim knew, he had landed face up on the ground next to his bed. Despite the ringing in his ears, he was able to make out two voices laughing. He sat up and glared at Rakitan, who raised his hands defensively.

"Hey, don't look at me," he chuckled. "That was your pet's idea, not mine."

Jim sighed and stood up. "Well, I'm awake now."

"Good. Now get dressed! Classes start in an hour, and if you don't hurry, you'll be late on your first day."

Jim laughed wryly, searching through the dresser for some clean clothes. "Yeah, God forbid that should happen."

Rakitan couldn't hold back another snigger. "Wow, you really aren't a morning person, huh?" When the human didn't answer, he turned a little more serious. "Or is there something else that's bothering you?"

Jim finished pulling on a pair of army-green cargo pants, then looked over at his roommate. Like all members of his race, Rakitan had a humanoid appearance, save for his four eyes, blue-green skin, and three claw-like fingers on each hand. Unfortunately, he was also particularly observant. They'd only met the day before, yet apparently he could already read Jim's face pretty well.

Jim sat down at the foot of his bed and sighed in defeat. "I guess I'm just a little nervous… okay, I'm downright terrified! I keep worrying about whether or not I'm gonna fit in here. Everyone else at the Academy is either loaded or related to someone who used to go here. And, let's face it, I don't fall into either of those categories. I just… wonder if I made the right choice coming here."

Morph floated up to the teenager and snuggled against his cheek, trying to comfort his friend. Jim gave a small smile and pet the little creature on his head. The bed shifted slightly as Rakitan sat down. "Believe me," he reassured. "If you did half of the things you told me about, you definitely have a right to be here. I mean, how many people can say that they found a legendary treasure, got mutinied by pirates, and saved their crew from an exploding planet, all in one trip?"

Jim laughed, this time showing some real humor. "You've got I point there, I guess."

"Then stop worrying. Everything's going to work out somehow. It always does." He stood up again. "Now get a move on! Being late on your fist day isn't going to make people like you any better."

"Alright, alright, no need to yell," Jim laughed, then returned to getting ready for the day. Still, a part of him wasn't totally convinced. What if something happened today and he ran into trouble for some reason? It wouldn't be the first time that he'd messed up. Don't think like that, he told himself sharply. Nothing bad is going to happen. Like Rakitan said, everything is going to work out. Who knows? This might turn out to be a good idea after all.

"Come on, Jim!"

"Okay! Geez!"

Jim stood at the edge of a crowded hallway, trying to figure out where he was supposed to be going. The first hour of classes was just about to start, and students of every race were hurry in different directions to get to their classrooms. Jim pulled out his timetable again to make sure he was looking for the right room. Navigation, Room C17. Unfortunately, the Academy was so huge that he wasn't even sure if he was in the right wing of the school. Sighing, he tucked the paper back into his book bag. This wasn't getting him anywhere. If he wanted to find his class, he'd have to ask someone for directions.

"Hey! Sorry, but can you help me get to Room C17?"

The student he approached was another human, a black-haired boy at least three inches taller and a year older than Jim. His friend, a blonde teenager, stopped as well. The dark-haired one grinned. "No problem. Follow us."

The two boys led Jim down the long hallway, while students rushed to different classrooms all around them. Despite feeling that he was going in the wrong direction, Jim continued to trail after them. After all, they had to know the school better than he did. Finally, the three boys came to a door at the end of the hallway, which the dark-haired guy motioned toward. "Right in here."

"Thanks." Jim opened the door and walked in. But it wasn't a classroom. Instead of students, the diminutive room was filled with mops, scrub brushes, and other cleaning supplies. Confused, he called back to his guides. "Uh, guys, I think we've got the wrong-"

Suddenly, the door behind him slammed closed. As he turned around, Jim heard a small click on the other side of the door. Now panicked, he started pounding on it, trying to get someone's attention. "Hey! Is anybody out there? Hello?! Somebody get me out of here! HEY!" All he could here were two laughing voices fading, and then, silence. He was alone.

Jim struck the door furiously, then laid his back against it, feeling like a complete fool. Well, this is just great. My first day at the Academy and I get to spend it locked in a broom closet. Those guys had this all planned out and I didn't even realize it. What kind of idiot am I?!

Muffled slightly by the wood behind him, he could hear a bell ring out in the hallway, indicating the beginning of classes. Jim groaned. What would they do if he didn't show up to his first class? What if he couldn't get out of here to get to any of his classes? His teachers would probably think that he'd intentionally cut class, and he'd get suspended. Or worse; expelled. He could get sent back home and lose the biggest chance he'd ever get to make something of himself, all because of some stupid prank.

Jim's thoughts were broken by a small noise behind him. He listened closely, trying to identify the sound. Seconds later, a muted, metallic click sounded. Before Jim could register what was going on, the door swung open and he fell hard onto the floor.

Groaning, he tried to see through the sharp pain at the back of his head. Despite his distorted vision, he was able to make out the shape of someone standing over him. Slowly the image came into focus. It was a girl, about his age, with long brown hair and bright green eyes. She was wearing a dark red shirt with mid-length sleeves that hung just off her shoulders. The only jewelry she wore was a silver necklace with a twin-dolphin pendant and a gold ring in her left ear, similar to Jim's.

And she was beautiful. Was she an angel? No, he couldn't die from falling out of a broom closet. Besides, it was doubtful that angels wore dark burgundy jeans and clunky black leather boots. She was just a normal human. A really, really beautiful normal human.

Jim suddenly realized how ridiculous he must look lying on the ground. He quickly picked himself up and faced her, trying to look as casual as possible and failing miserably.

"Uh… hi," he offered, smiling sheepishly and rubbing the back of his head.

The girl laughed softly. "Hey. Sorry if I caught you off guard when I opened the door. I heard you calling for help and then I saw this thing messing with the lock." She motioned to Morph, who zoomed over to Jim's shoulder in a heartbeat. That explained the noises.

"Morph, I thought I told you to stay in the dorm." The little shape-shifter ignored him and started licking the boy's face mercilessly. "Okay, okay, you can come with me!" Jim managed between laughs. "But you need to stay hidden, got it?"

"Got it! Got it!" Morph chirped, then zipped into one of the pockets in Jim's book bag. Jim looked at the girl again, and suddenly felt awkward. Luckily, she didn't seem to mind.

"So, you new here?" she asked.

Jim grinned sarcastically. "Is it that obvious?"

"Well, not many people get themselves locked in a broom closet unless they don't know where they're going."

"Hey, that wasn't my fault! Some guys said this was the way to my class." Jim paused. "Okay, I guess it was my fault for trusting them."

"One of those guys wouldn't happen to have been tall with dark hair, would he?"

"Yeah! How'd you know?"

"That's Carren, the Interstellar Academy's resident jerk. Living proof that the evolutionary cycle can work in reverse. Don't take it personally; that's how he treats everybody. Apparently, he thinks it's just hysterical to make life harder for the rest of us. Just try to avoid him and you'll be fine."

"Thanks for the tip," Jim said, somehow unable to keep from smiling. It suddenly occurred to him that he was late for class, and still had no idea where his classroom was. "Hey, could you help me find Room C17? I mean, I know you still have to get to your class, but-"

"Actually, that is my next class. Come on, it's this way."

"Thanks. By the way, I'm Jim Hawkins."

"Susan Dolphers, but practically everyone calls me Dolphy."

"Alright. Lead the way, Dolphy."

With their introductions completed, the two teenagers rushed to their classroom, Dolphy in front with Jim following close behind. This time, there wasn't a single doubt in his mind that he was going the right way.

"Miss Dolphers, you're late."

"Sorry, professor. If it helps my case at all, I found a new student."

"Ah, yes. You must be Mr. Hawkins. Well, find a seat, both of you, and we can get started."

"Yes, sir." Jim made his way to an empty desk near the window, trying to ignore that he was now the center of attention. He did, however, see the black-haired boy, Carren, grinning arrogantly at him, no doubt thinking of his "hilarious" prank earlier. Jim glared at him, but continued walking. He came to the seat and sat down, trying not to give in to his growing urge to go over and punch Carren in the face. He wasn't worth the trouble.

While trying to find the right page in his textbook, Jim stopped as he felt something light hit against the back of his head. Looking down, he caught sight of a crumpled ball of paper lying by his foot. Annoyed but curious, he plucked it off the ground and quietly smoothed the sheet out, only to scowl at the message scribbled inside.

Welcome to the Interstellar Academy. Try not to get lost again, genius.

Jim turned his head slightly, taking a guess as to who the note was from. Sure enough, Carren was looking at him, an arrogant smirk on his face. Jim glared again, then blinked in confusion as a white, round object hit Carren in the head. Both boys' heads turned into see Dolphy wave smugly at the dark haired bully, not even pretending to look innocent. She shot Jim a smile, which he returned. He turned back to the front of the room, grinning even wider at the abrupt change in Carren's mood. As the professor continued to lecture the class, Jim couldn't keep a small smile off of his face.

Apparently, he wouldn't have to face his new life at the Academy on his own.

And that's the first chapter! What wonderfully dangerous messes will Jim and his new friends get into? Stay tuned to find out!

Please read, review, flame, worship, whatever. And if by some miracle Dolphy happens to be reading this, I'm a huge fan, and keep up the great work!

Alright, that's all for now. Thanks for reading. Laterz!