Now obviously I don't own 'League of Extraordinary Gentlemen' if I did, then Tom Sawyer would be a cannon character from the original.

Just a quick note. I basically didn't like the end of the movie, so I wrote this. This will probably be the starter for all of my stories that I have written and plan to write.

Please enjoy.

His blood ran cold as his mind registered the picture behind him.

Tom

An angry snarl fought to be released into the world, but only years of practice kept it at bay, but it was too late anyways. Moriarty had seen the pause; he had seen the fear, the shock, the disbelief; and a dark grin worked its way onto his face. Motioning to the man behind Quatermain, he watched in amusement as the old hunter seemed to pale. Sawyer looked like he was still putting up a fight, despite having his arm twisted behind him and the dagger at his throat. Moriarty grinned to himself; did Sawyer actually believe that he would be able to free himself? He had made sure that all of his personal bodyguards were well trained-otherwise he would have never given the man the gift of invisibility if he even thought he couldn't be trusted…or effective.

Sawyer let out a soft gasp of pain as the brute restraining him twisted his arm violently, pushing him forward; but at the same time pulling the knife back, forcing Tom to lean back against him. Using the leverage he had on the American agent to push him forward and force him to his master's side. A burning pain coming from his neck warned Tom to the position that he was in. Half of him wanted to force the mans hand and either make him release or kill him, at least Allan would be able to freely take the shot that had been presented to him, but the strange look in the hunters eyes for some reason cause him to remain complacent and to accept what was happening to him momentarily.

Moriarty had kept his attention on Quatermain throughout this entire ordeal. He hadn't missed a single reaction from the seasoned leader of this so-called League. It was amusing how quickly the tiger had been snared and all it took was one little boy.

"Your gun Allan, I and call you Allan right?" M. taunted, enjoying the electric surge that traveled through his victim. "Drop it and kick it over here please." Allan's grip tightened on his pistol, but the hiss of pain from Sawyer had him quickly putting it on the ground and deliberately kicking it away from himself, raising his hands to show a sign of defeat.

A brief spark of denial shown in Tom's eyes as he watched Quatermain render himself defenseless. The only thought rushing through his mind was 'no'. Moriarty nodded in pure delight as he saw the fear in Quatermain's eyes despite his attempts to hide it, and the sudden hopelessness that shone from the usually spunky agent's eyes. Turning the majority of his attention to the boy, he shook his head. All that youth and spirit being wasted on an unworthy country. When he had first met the Sawyer boy back in America, he had taken his best friend from him. He had never expected for the agent to track him down, never expected to have the boy infiltrate the League despite his puppet Dorian's objections. He would have never thought that this boy would have the potential that he had shown Potential that was being wasted.

"You know Tommy-boy, I never expected you to get this far…" He stated as he reached up and brushed a dirty curl from the agents face, loving the confused stiffening from the one before him and the warning growl from the one behind. Moriarty paused as he took in the young agent; something about him looked familiar…

Quatermain growled as Moriarty touched Sawyer, what he wouldn't give to strangle the man, but one thing kept him from moving- Sawyers safety. He knew that Tome was angry at the fact that he had dropped the gun, but one thing Tom still hadn't realized about him yet was that…he was never without a backup plan.

Moriarty shrugged and took a step back from his hostage, turning around and grabbing his 'little box of tricks'. Flashing a quick grin a Quatermain he walked towards the open area in the wall. "Well Allan, I'm afraid our time is at an end." He stated with a grand bow towards the old hunter, signaling his departure. Allan took a half step forward in an attempt to cut him off, but he quickly took two steps back. "I'm sorry that it had to end this way. You should have just left this one alone…Now I'm afraid it's going to cost you again…" He trailed off, but Allan knew what he was referring to. Reaching back behind him, his hand closed on a fist sized piece of rubble. He shook his head.

"Not this time…" He growled, swinging around and launching the stone at Tom's captor. The howl of pain told him that his aim had been true. He wasn't surprised when he saw Tom spin around and deliver a deadly right hook to the already injured man. Figuring that Sawyer had it all under control, he returned his attention to Moriarty. A small grin replaced the momentary confused look that had crossed the crime lord's face. Once again-the battle initiated. Quatermain threw himself over towards Moriarty, fists flying as Tom wrestled with the invisible man. A well placed kick to his stomach had Quatermain stumbling backwards against a knocked over table.

Sawyer had just managed to pin his assailant, only to be twisted over his shoulder. Almost immediately he noticed a few things;

One: Allan needed his help, so he needed to finish this up quickly.

And Two: This guy was strong. Something he had found out earlier when he had grabbed him. Normally he would just start throwing punches, but unfortunately you normally needed to see the person that you were going to brawl with.

Quickly rolling onto his side, Sawyer reached out blindly for a weapon. A table leg met his search and when he felt the man grab his shoulder and spin him around, he swung hard; and felt a great deal of satisfaction when the object met the man's head with a loud thunk, and the other man went down. He quickly returned his attention to Quatermain.

Allan was standing still, facing off with Moriarty. Both had blood running down their faces, but there was one difference between the two. Moriarty had his hand closed around Allan's pistol from before, and it was leveled on Allan's chest, when he saw that, Sawyer froze.

"And yet once again, we've come to a standstill in this little game." He stated, sounding very bored. Allan gave a small shrug as if to say, 'What can you do about it?'

"You do realize that you are not going to win this time." Quatermain stated bluntly and Moriarty arched an eyebrow at him.

"Oh really? Because from the way that I see it, I already have." Quatermain shrugged and leaned up against a table. He felt strangely tired after the physical and mental battles that he had just undergone. Sawyer moved to try and take Moriarty, when the gun cocked and Moriarty gave him a look. "Boy, you do realize that I could kill the both of you before you even manage to take a few steps." Allan chuckled.

"You can't take out the both of us with that one gun." He stated and Moriarty looked at him confused.

"What do you mean?"

"That gun only has one bullet." He stated matter-of-factly. Moriarty paused, that made this a little more difficult. Quatermain was too close to him to be allowed to live, that and he would have taken away their leader. Leveling the gun at Allan's chest he took aim.

"I hope that Africa continues to protect you…" He sneered before making a momentary decision. He'd finish what he'd started and destroy the League by tearing them apart from the inside out. He had tried by forcing Grey to do his bidding, despite everything Grey did in spite of him. But maybe he could attack their heart directly. Spinning to the side he fired at his new target.

"No!" Quatermain yelled as he heard the gun go off, and he felt like the bullet had just ripped through him when he saw Sawyer go down violently. "Thomas!" Quatermain moved to go to Sawyers side when he turned to tear Moriarty to pieces, when something slammed into the side of his head, knocking him to the ground. Dazed and in pain, he tried to gather his bearings only to hear the rustling of a cloak and a muffled groan. "Moriarty!" Quatermain bellowed as he saw the figure disappear through the crack in the wall. Forcing himself to his feet, he rushed over to the hole, looking out over the vast distance- only to see nothing.

They had failed, Moriarty had escaped.

Pushing away from the wall he spun around. "Sawyer!" He called out fearfully. How was it possible to save the boy only to loose him a few moments later? Slowly making his way over to where the boy had been; he prepared himself to see another casualty, another fallen comrade. A faint rustle caught his attention and he pushed to rubble out of the way to see something that made his heart soar.

Tom was pulling himself up and onto his knees as Allan came around. Quatermain quickly moved to help the young man, supporting him when he pulled himself to his feet. "Sawyer, bloody hell boy! You gave me a heart attack!" Allan growled as the blonde agent regained his balance. A brief hiss of pain escaped him and he brought his hand up to place pressure on the wound on his left arm. Protective instincts long thought dead rushed through his veins and Quatermain quickly looked at the arm in question. The bullet had gone straight through the meat of Sawyers upper arm. From experience, Allan knew that it wasn't life threatening, but it would hurt like hell. A sudden thought went through his mind. "How did-" Sawyer laughed.

"I manage to avoid that bullet at such close range?" He finished and Quatermain nodded. "I figured that he'd probably do something like this, so I was already moving when the gun went off…I didn't even realize that I had been shot until I noticed that I was on the ground…" He muttered the last part to himself embarrassedly. Quatermain paused before a deep laugh erupted from his throat. Abruptly Sawyer started looking around the room. "M?" A dark look overcame Quatermains face.

"He got away, for now. But we'll find him my boy. We'll find him." Sawyer nodded before moving to take off. "Whoa! Where do you think you're going?"

"Skinner! He needs help!" Was all the explanation that he got before Tom escaped his grasp and took off down the hall, Allan close behind him.

.oOOo.

The meeting room aboard the Nautilus had been perfectly restored since the attack on the ship. At the giant table in the center sat the remaining members of the League. Allan Quatermain sat in silence, taking in his entire group. Captain Nemo sat at the head of the table, his eyes dark as he took in the tally of problems ahead. Mina Harker looked fresh as ever, but even Allan could see the exhaustion in her eyes. Dr. Henry Jekyll hadn't muttered a word since they returned to the ship, but that was not unusual behavior from the shy doctor. Rodney Skinner wasn't present due to the extensive injuries that the fire had inflicted upon him; and the last member of their so-called League was sitting quietly, just playing with the hemming on the sling that held his arm. An uncomfortable silence hung over them that he didn't know how to break…

And that was not natural.

Nemo looked up from the papers that he held in front of him, a weary sigh escaping his lips.

"I never knew the depths that one's soul could travel into darkness, however looking at this tells me that our Fantom is very close to the bottom." His words seemed to weigh down heavily on them all.

"And we let him get away…" Mina hissed softly, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into the shadows and lick her wounds.

"We have failed." Jekyll added, drowning in his own darkness.

"So that's it then?" The soft voice of Sawyer drew everyone's attention. "We failed, we only had one thing to do; stop M. and we failed." His voice carried across the table, seeming to kick his already fallen comrades. "I mean even with all of your abilities, we were not able to stop this." He paused. "So do we just give up? Is this where the League ends?" A new note registered in his voice. A challenge.

"M has escaped Sawyer. He took us all with him, and he'll finish everything that he started. Can you imagine that world? Millions of Hyde's running about-" Jekyll's voice cut off, the enormity of his very own nightmare coming to life and crushing him. Everyone seemed to pause, taking it in. Then Sawyer spoke again.

"Then don't." All of them looked up at him confused. "Don't imagine it, because right now, it's not real. It hasn't been set in stone. We've still got time." Realizing that he had everyone's attention he continued. "Right now, M has suffered a major setback. No we didn't stop him; but we freed his prisoners, we destroyed his labs, we infiltrated his castle, and we have him on the run right now. I don't know for how long, but eventually he's going to try again, and when he does…"

"The League will be there." A familiar voice sounded in and everyone looked over to see a pile of floating bandages. Tom smiled seeing his friend up and moving.

"Skinner!" Was called out by every member, and he chuckled.

"Wow, didn't know that I was so popular." He joked as Henry moved towards him.

"You shouldn't be up, your wounds-"

"Will be fine. 'Sides, something told me to get down here so 'ere I am." He paused. "Look, Junior here is right. Now is not the time to be waving the white flag. Why would we surrender when we didn't loose?" He limped over to where Tom was a sighed. "We haven't been beaten yet, and I say that we continue trekking. Make M force us into retirement, but not like this-never like this." Tom nodded as hopeful looks returned to the Leagues faces. Quatermain smiled, glad that his team had found their answer without his help. He had been worried there.

"Then we're still a team?" He asked.

"Absolutely." Nemo nodded, the fire returning to his eyes.

"The score hasn't been settled yet, I'm still in." Harker added.

"We're in. Hyde in agreement." Jekyll added and a boyish smile lit Toms face.

"The League is back!" Skinner laughed.

"M won't know what hit him." Quatermain stood.

"Then the hunt is on."

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Until next time.

Russell