Author's Note:

Ok, so this is just something that popped really quickly into my head after- no, before I watched The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen. This character is MINE. But all the rest aren't. They belong to whoever made the comic(s) and then the movie. So please enjoy this brief oneshot.
I'll be making another as soon as I've posted this one. But I obviously had to make number one beforehand so you guys understand what I'm trying to do and don't get confused and turn into Hyde and wreck the place. So enjoy! Review please!

Christine Van Helsing, Dorian Grey, Mina Harker, and Skinner all walked into the large room to see Hyde all chained up.

"Stay back if you value your life." Called Allen.

Christine stood there in awe as the large man with muscles on his muscles paced to and fro, throwing men away who got to close.

He only wore black pants but his white shirt, what was left of it, hung on him.

"Ah, I'll go get him a new shirt." Christine murmured. She quickly ran to her room and grabbed a white button up shirt of her fathers and turned. She stopped dead in her tracks.

Pain shot through her chest and her head. It was mind blinding pain, she doubled over in pain. As soon as it had started, it was over. For a moment she didn't know what had happened except that the pain was fading. Then she remembered.

She stood up and grabbed a pair of pants and a pair of overalls. She then dashed back to the room where everyone was.

Christine had the unfortunate gift of premonition. That meant she could see bits of the future. It was unfortunate because of the toll it took on her. The pain she felt drained her of bits of energy and made her more hungry and thirsty.

Aside from the pain, she was a genius.
Her father being Johnna Van Helsing, son of Abraham Van Helsing. She created drafts for herself for when she got sudden headaches and rapid pulse readings.

Christine arrived to hear loud banging noises and screaming. She rushed in and saw Hyde changing. He was becoming smaller and smaller. It was a painful sight to see. He gave one final cry of agony and was forced to his knees. His breathing was as though he'd just run a mile. He stood and shook the chains off.

"Dr. Jekyll, at your service."

What was left of his shirt was gone. He held his pants with one hand, sweat covered his entire body. His hair clung to his forehead, and his chest still heaved.

Christine would have been lying to herself if she denied being attracted to him. The fact was; she was hopelessly attracted to this man. He was tall and fit, handsome face, and British with a deep voice. And more importantly, shirtless and sweaty.

Christine was average height, thin with nice legs, though she never showed them. She always wore her father's old clothes. Pants of any color, white button up shirt, a vest that matched her pants and sometimes jacket. She had long blonde hair which she always kept in a ponytail. She had white skin, and had more freckles on her nose than her whole body. But you had to up close to her face to see them.
She wore specs for reading and experimenting and observing. She lived in America with her father so no one really questioned her appearance. Women made comments and gossiped but that was only because they had nothing better to do.

Christine tried to keep back a smile of delight that threatened her as she observed Jekyll's upper torso.
She slowly walked over to him and handed him the clothes.

He looked surprised at receiving the clothes, but took them with his free hand. He smiled and gave her a small thank you. She smiled back sweetly and turned around and stood beside Mina.

After that Christine couldn't stop smiling. Her heart skipped beats and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

Mina leaned close to Christine's ear and whispered, "I suppose you've never seen a half-naked man before have you?" Christine let out a small girly sigh and replied, "I have, but this is the best one I've ever seen."

Two Weeks Later.

Christine sat in Jekyll's room, an arm around him as he cried.

He was having a hard time dealing with Hyde especially after Allen's death. Christine suspected that Hyde might be having a hard time dealing with being locked inside Jekyll's body for so long and was grieving himself.

Christine was having a hard time herself. She received news that her father was dead when they were in Venice and set aside her grief until she could deal with it. Then Allen died and the pain was twice as hard. Not to mention Jekyll. She cared about him and it was causing her more pain to see him hurt.

After Jekyll calmed down, he took deep breaths and sat up. "Are you alright now?" Christine asked. Jekyll nodded wiping his nose with a cloth. "I'm alright now." They stood. "Thank you for being my comforter. I'm forever grateful." He smiled, leaned down and pecked her cheek then gave her a strong embrace.

She hugged back then he let go and she returned to her chambers, closed her door and flopped onto her bed.

She had billion butterflies in her stomach. Her head spun, her heart raced, she felt an adrenaline coursing through her veins. She felt like she was floating. She smiled. Then it hit her.

Christine was had fallen in love with Jekyll.