A/N: hi everybody. This is my first fanfic of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen and I hope you like it. I'll give you guys a quick recap if you haven't seen the movie.

Quartermain- an old man who was the best shot anywhere. He claimed that "Africa would not let him die" for something he did when he was in Africa with his son. At the end of the last movie, we see all our heroes at his funeral, but after they leave the gun Sawyer left at his grave starts to shake.

Tom Sawyer- a youth, good shot that joined the League when they were beginning after he had saved them. He was trained by Quartermain to fix his "American" way of shooting, which was basically shooting until he hit something.

Captain Nemo- follows the Hindu religion and is known to worship the god of war, even though he is a freedom fighter whose ultimate goal is to free his home country of India from Great Britain. He provides all the cars and ships for the voyages and is the owner of the Nautilus.

Mina Harper- A vamparic woman who can take care of herself. She is quiet and is scary when she goes all vampire. She was lured to league by a possible cure for her condition, but in the end, it was all a sham.

Rodney Skinner- an accident at a lab caused his skin to become transparent, the real 'invisible man'. He is funny and often walks around naked to spy on people. When he wants to be seen, he uses a cream on his face and wears a long trench coat. Before the League, he thought of himself as the 'gentleman' thief.

Dr. Jeykl- We all know the story, he drinks the potion and becomes a super-strong giant man. In this movie, the alter ego talks to him through mirrors.

All right so even if you didn't see this movie, read the story anyway! It'll be really good.

Chapter 1

Quartermain's funeral left everyone grieving in his or her own silent way. After the League had reentered the Nautilus, they tried to act as normal as possible, but inside they were all upset. They all dealt with the pain in the only way they knew how. Nemo practiced with his swords more. Mina was her usual quiet, brooding self, if a little more quiet. Dr. Jeykl came close many times to giving in to Mr. Hyde and just drinking one of the vials to deal with the pain, until it came to a point where he had to lock them away. Skinner cracked half-hearted jokes every few minutes. Sawyer, well, Sawyer would sit in his room for hours on end, polishing and practicing with his guns. When he did venture out, he contributed little or nothing to the conversations his colleagues had.

And so the story continues……

The Nautilus cut across the sea like the sword it was as the occupants sat down to an uncomfortable dinner. Their first mission had ended a month ago, but, just having crushed a dictator's small army, they were reminded of their first mission together, or more like the end of their first mission and the outcome of it.

"So we're not going to talk then?" Skinner asked suddenly.

"I heard that there might be a roving group of terrorists plotting against the world." Mina said quietly.

"There's always a terrorist plot. It's not much news. Where did you hear about it?" Nemo asked loftily.

"In that port we stopped at today to get supplies. It was some hag bragging about her husband's part in the 'big plan'."

"That port gave me the shivers." Skinner said, his invisible shoulders shaking with shudders.

Just then, a soldier marched smartly up. After he and Nemo had engaged in the formalities of Captain and soldier, the sailor said, eyes straight ahead. " Captain, there have been reported noises have been reported from the cargo hold."

Sawyer cursed and stood. "I knew I saw something sneak into the cargo hold!"

Everyone abandoned their dinners as they stood and walked quickly to the steel door of the cargo hold. A few soldiers lingered nearby, but a few sharp words in their foreign tongue from their captain sent them scurrying off. There were indeed voices coming from under the door. Angry voices.

"Hurry up! You've had ages to rest those old joints of yours! Help me find a door!"

"We're thousands of leagues under the bloomin' ocean. Where do you expect to find a door?" came the angry reply.

"Dude?"

"What?" a voice snarled.

"Door."

The league stepped back as the small door that was at the center of the large steel door opened with a whine. Sawyer lifted his gun. To everyone's surprise a young girl's head poked out, slightly above them because of the platform on the other side. Her head went right back in again.

"Hey, these your mates?" They heard her voice call down to her companion. "And if they're not, can I kill them?"

"I'm not up there with you, tell me what they look like." Came the gruff, but somehow familiar voice, that was clearer now that the door was open.

The girl poked her head out again, studied the league for a quick moment before going right back in again. "A serious Indian, a walking trench coat with cream where the face should be, Dracula in woman form, a guy with bad side burns, and some kid waiting to blast my head off."

This aroused Sawyer's anger. Some kid! I'll bet she's right around my age, or even younger, perhaps. He readied his gun.

"Yep, there my mates alright. Tell Sawyer to put that damned gun down!" Once again the irritable voice sounded. The voice lightened as it said to itself, "Though I doubt he could blast your head off with that aim of his." They heard some climbing and ragged breathing. "Help me up girl!" the voice yelled.

This time it was the girl's voice that was irritable. "It's not my fault you're fat."

Even Nemo's lip quirked at this. If the group was trying to sound intimidating, they were doing a lousy job at it. There was a lot of grumbling and even more cursing, but soon the girl stepped nimbly through the small circular door. She stepped back and sighed.

"I told you, you were fat. You're never going to be able to fit through there." She sighed expressively.

"Then make the hole bigger!" roared a voice the league refused to recognize, even though they longed to.

Rolling her eyes, the girl said, "Fine," then turned to the group she waved her hand impatiently. "Turn around." Her brow creasing, she barked out a few words in Nemo's language.

Nemo's eyes widened and he said to the League, "Turn around. She won't harm us."

When Mina turned around, everyone else followed in suit, trusting the two eldest of the League's companions above their own unsure instincts.

They heard a strange noise. Sawyer nearly turned around, but a quick look from Nemo's eyes told him to stop. It was only when they heard the girl's voice again did they dare to turn around.

"There. I hope you're happy; I've just expended enough energy to melt a building to make a hole wide enough for your girth, oh Mousier of Wideness."

But as the League turned around, it was not on the girl they were focusing, but the man appearing out of the partly melted steel door, which they all vaguely were aware of.

Before them stood Allen Quartermain.

A/N: So…. Did anyone like it? You know the deal. You read, and then you review.