[I don't own LXG. ((Wish I did, I'd have tons of money right now)) Here's my first attempt at a fan fiction for this. Takes place after the first movie. ((Well duh…where else would it take place?)) It could've taken place DURING the movie! ((And where would the fun be in that?)) SHUT UP! ((You know I'm right)) That's it! NO MORE FANFICTION FOR YOU! ((…)) Anyways, without further ado ((Stop wasting their time)) AHEM! I give you chapter one. Please Read. ((What else would they be doing?)) Anyways. I am taking great liberties with this- ((SHUT UP AND GET ON WITH THE STORY!))]
Chapter One 'Reunion'
"They say there's this League," a masculine voice cut into my afternoon nap. I'd been laying out on a red couch, trying to sleep. A cool damp rag laid folded up on my forehead. I had a slightly Native American look. My skin wasn't nearly as dark as my father's was but it was much darker than the majority of American woman I was forced to hang out with. It was only proper for a woman of my status. What status was that? I was the daughter of a Native American chief and my mother was the daughter of a wealthy accountant. Ah. Apparently wealthy suitors were attracted to Native American woman. Something about the mysterious appeal we emitted. I didn't really understand it.
"Like baseball?" I questioned a little too loudly. I could feel the dark look from my grandfather for interrupting his friend. My mother's father. He was still hoping to somehow salvage his own daughter's wrecked choices. I smiled faintly at the thought of her act of rebellion. She had truly loved my father though. However. Sir Isaac believed that woman should be seen and not heard. Very strict in that. I was a constant reminder of why. "Grandfather?" I asked tiredly, sitting up. I wore a simple peach colored dress. The bodice of which was uncomfortable and tight. Making me feel stuffy and hot. Hence why I'd been forced to lay down. I didn't understand why woman had to wear so many layers. Men looked quite comfortable in their clothing.
"Ah…Isabel…Young Sawyer was asking around for you," Isaac said with a slight knowing look. I could tell what he was thinking. Trying to once again arrange some type of marriage for me. It wouldn't work out. I refused any suitor he tried to set up. Always finding a way out of it. I saw the anger raising in his face. "However I have found you another suitor…You do remember Sir Humphrey the fourth?" I did indeed and grimaced at that. The only other male present chuckled slightly and received a withering glance from my grandfather that shut him up instantly. I almost felt sorry for him. I rose as gracefully as I could from the couch, which wasn't very lady-like. I swear these dresses kept getting more and more ridiculous as time went by. I felt like I was being swallowed by them. I gave a polite curtsey to my grandfather and his guest.
"I bid you ado grandfather," I told him before leaving. The maid started to ask something about needing to call a chaperone for me. I declined quickly, insisting that I did not need one. I was one of those young rebellious types of woman. The ones who sought to change the public's opinion on them. I exited the building and must note that it was a pleasant surprise to find Tom Sawyer leaning against the wall as if waiting for me. "Mister Sawyer!" I exclaimed loudly with pleasant delight. He smirked knowingly and gave me a small wink.
"Well Miss. Nook…Seems like you're without an escort on this fine day. It'd be my pleasure to…escort you around," Tom said with that mischievous grin of his as he offered me his arm. I suppressed a giggle, trying to be serious with him. It was very hard.
"Oh but of course Mr. Sawyer," I replied with as much seriousness as I could muster as I took his arm, resting my fingers lightly against muscled skin. His boyish charms never failed to entice me, too bad Isaac hated him. I never did figure that one out, and Tom wasn't one to speak of the past. We continued onwards done the street. The pins in my hair were starting to bother me but I couldn't do much about them. They held back thick curls of dark black hair. Not that thin fine hair like most Americans had. The kind we Native Americans were known for. Somehow the ladies of the house had teased it into such elaborate curls.
"Miss. Nook?" Tom inquired gently, breaking into my thoughts.
"Pardon me…I was…astray in my thoughts," I replied, a bit embarrassed.
"Quite alright…I was just reminding you to call me Tom," he replied with a light laugh. Something had changed about him. Something I couldn't quite lay my finger on. He'd grown since we'd last met.
"Only if you agree to stop calling me Miss. Nook," I told him. His smile widened.
"Of course," he agreed all too eagerly to please me. There was something in his eyes. Some conflict pushed away behind this…mask of…faked joy? Yes he was happy to see me but I'd be a liar to say something hadn't happen.
"Tom…How was your…trip?" I inquired, softly. Knowing he'd left on some secret agent stuff. Tom wasn't suppose to tell people these things, but for some unknown reason he trusted me. I didn't have anyone else to tell I suppose. I wasn't seeking a higher place in the world just my own life path. We continued on our stroll, finding our way to the park.
"Well…it was…different," he admitted looking away. I released his arm pinning him with a look.
"Tom…What happened?" I asked softly. He took a deep breath, met my eye and told me a fabulous story. Needless to say I laughed lightly at the end of it. It was too fanatical for me to believe in. "Honestly Tom…You don't need to make such false accusations just to amuse me…" I trailed off at his look. "…You're telling the truth…" I paused, allowing some time for my brain to wrap around this. Vampires, Invisible men and an almost father figure to Tom dying. Sheesh. What a curve ball. I pulled Tom into a hug, a bit surprised when he allowed me. The odd thing about it…I liked it. The feel of his strong arms as they embraced me. I allowed my head to rest against his chest, his chin just barely atop my head. We were almost of similar height. "I'm so sorry…" He didn't say anything and we remained like this for a bit longer.
"T-tom…Sorry to interrupt," a voice called out and I glanced up to see a red-headed nervous looking man. Tom let go of me immediately and I felt a bit of….regret? I was puzzled. Tom and I were like brother and sister. Right?
"Henry? Something wrong?" Tom asked, immediately all business.
"Uh…" the man said glancing at me nervously. Tom sighed, giving me an apologetic look.
"Duty calls," he told me and I gave a slight understanding nod. He surprised me when he kissed my cheek lightly. "Until we meet again." Then he and the other man were gone just as quickly. Leaving me pretty darn confused as to what to do. My fingertips lightly touched my cheek where his lips had been not too long ago. My heart sped up and I felt heat rushing into my cheeks.
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"What do we have?" Tom inquired as he entered the small room where the team was waiting for him. He'd actually been called back by the American Service but had been deployed again to the league when it appeared a problem had shown up on American soil. A problem that needed the help of…others.
"I'm going to go on a limb and say that Mina muttered something about werewolves," the voice of Skinner floated through the air. It was hard to tell where, but the coat in the shape of a man gave it away. The referred to vampire was nowhere to be seen.
"Legends-" Tom almost said dismissively but trailed off. Vampires were legendary but they existed. Mina was a prime example of this. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose," Alright…What do we know about them?"
"Not a damn thing," Skinner replied, waving about a glass of Scotch.
"Myth has it that only silver bullets can kill them…They transform during the full moon…but other than that they are…ordinary people," Henry Jekyll read aloud from a book. Captain Nemo tilted his head forward thoughtfully at that, fingering the helm of his sword. American Werewolves. Interesting. Skinner took another sip of his drink, invisible features become a prominent frown.
"How soon until the next full moon?" Tom asked with that thoughtful look in his eyes. Henry seemed to debate it, flipping through another small chart of his.
"Three days," he replied and met Tom's eyes," You have a plan?" The almost mischievous grin was enough an answer to anyone as words.
[Alright Chaps. A very short chapter. ((I thought you said it was going to be longer)) Well, it was~ but…things came up…and I uh…wanna see how people like it first…A lot of my stories are like that actually. ((Psh…We haven't even gotten to the interesting part yet. Why are you cutting it off here? What about when Sawyer be-)) SHUSH! *sounds of struggle* Ah, anyways. Please review this. Let me know what you think so far…I'll continue anyways even if I don't get a review…((I'll have to comfort her when she does cry…Sheesh, weak human emotion.)) Ugh….Just click the review button and give me a little shout out. It's my first LXG fan fiction- ((Didn't you say that earlier?)) NEVER HURTS TO MENTION AGAIN!))