(Okies, before I start;
Contains Spoilers, do not read if you haven't seen the movie.... if for some reason you saw the story somewhere else....
I own nothing except the plot, the rest belongs to the creators of the league and the new character
Not Mary-Sue, I promise! I drew a legitimate character out of literature for this story
R/R are encouraged, flames are accepted if they are helpful, not "Your story sucks, you should stop writing," or whatever
This plot is a completly original bunny that hounded me after I saw the LOEG three times in a row during the summer
Takes place after Quatermain's death... If any part of the story is confuzzling, go watch the movie again)
The league left Africa after laying Allan in the ground, bound to explore the changing world with heavy hearts. The loss impacted the young American the most, who felt as if he had lost a father.
Soon, the Nautilus was slicing through waves of cerulean blue ocean. Youthful Tom Sawyer stood on the veiwing deck, paying a private homage to his hero with a rifle and shooting marks. Twelve were launched by one of Nero's Indian crewmates, each landing nearly 1000 meters away. Twelve sonic blasts sounded, accompanied with a few sparks and the smell of gunpowder. The marks disappeared, the only reminder of them white froth and flecks of water.
The vault door creaked open behind Tom, yielding Mina Hacker. The dark beauty stood next to the stock-still young man, and placed her hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn to her, allowing the water that was stinging his eyes to show.
"Remember, not long ago, we spoke on this very deck, and I told you that you were-"
Sawyer interruped, ""Sweet. And young." Neither of which you held in high regard."
Mina smiled slowly, a small, almost undistinguishable one, "Yes. However, now I know that you are brave, kind, and honest, and I want you to hold those traits close. Someday, they will spin yarns of you, too, and you will be a legend, not unlike our own Mr. Q, may his soul rest."
Tom grinned his characteristic, heart-fluttering smirk, and flipped his rifle over his shoulder, remembering Quartermain's last words, bequeathing the new century onto him, and nodded. Turning about, he spun the vault's latch, tugging it open. He held it open for the vampiric woman, "Age before beauty," he quipped cheekily.
"Mr. Sawyer, I'm afraid I cannot divide myself into two."
Sawyer chuckled with a slightly lightened heart, and followed Harker into the bowels of the ship, where the rest of the League was waiting.