The following story in a conclusion to my Mina and Tom trilogy that I have publish through out the years.
Mina Warms Up: .net/secure/live_?storyid=2315127
Mina's Gift:
.net/secure/live_?storyid=3512388
Mina's Future: .net/secure/live_?storyid=3133525
This story is also a crossover with the movie Mary Reilly. If you never heard of the movie you can read up on it at .com/title/tt0117002/ and I do advise for anyone to watch it.
Chapter One – New Century Day
December 3rd 1899
The Antarctica below 15 degrees Celsius temperature would leave any life form unbearable to continue on. The frozen water would instantly kill anyone who would, God forbid, accidentally fall in, but preserve any material item that would drop to the depth of it's icy bottom. Such items that are contained in a box of "tricks" that was left assumed back in July to its demise.
Since then it had stayed dormant for five months in the cold wet dark, until now a bright beam shines light on it. The beam is giving out from a round containment mechanical device, once known as a "Nataliod," being navigating by an unseen human.
A claw extends out from a metal panel in front of the machine and grasps a hold of the box. Once the claw comes back towards the small vessel it turns around and heads back the direction from where it came.
January 1st 1900
The Nautilus stayed surfaced for all of New Years Eve to welcome in the new century. The clear sunny sky over the South Atlantic Ocean illuminated the empty corridors of the ship. The only proofs of life with the sounds of grunts from the passengers as they fight hangovers in the safety of their cabins and the decorations and empty glasses scatter around the floor and tables dinner hall, except for one glass. It stood up by it's self on the floor half full of a brown alcohol substance with the sound of human snoring coming from near it.
Mina eyes flutter from the bright white walls of her cabin. It took a little while for her mind to catch up from last night events of fireworks shot off the conning tower and the intimate ones that were made in here.
With glowing smile she turns her head to the young man whose arms where still wrapped around her after last night. Tom was still asleep with a soft smile showing off troublemaking little boy that still lurks inside of him. She could tell by his breathing and the heartbeat that her ears can easily pick up on that he was not going to wake up any time soon.
She gently slip his hands off her nude waist and leaves them lying in the warm spot she was laying. Standing up from the bed Mina stretches while staring down at him. He had grown up to be more of something she found herself needing in the past six months and at the same time she had grown as well in to something peaceful.
Seeing his white shirt lying on the floor she grabs it wraps it around herself as she walks into the washroom.
The ships unoccupied communication room that door open to the dinning room echo high frequency mores code into the empty halls
As Mina steps out of the bathroom, she stops at the sight of Tom awake. In repay from taking off with his shirt he decided to put on her black lace robe she had acquired in Spain. Laughing at him, she places her hand over her mouth to keep her voice from reaching outside the cabin.
Knowing that she understood his sense of humor, Tom smiled back at her with a wise smirk on his face. "What? Doesn't it work for me?"
"Yes, It enhances your sensitivety." She continued heckling as she striped his shirt off and handed it to him.
Tom looked down and back up her naked body as he grabbed his shirt back, "I was aiming for more of my humors side but sensitive works too."
Half an hour latter with the right gender in the right cloths the two walk out together casually linking their hands together on and off as they were distracted by the mess of the ship, "I don't suppose anyone else is going to up soon." Tom commented about the abstinence of life around them.
"Well, not a as refreshed anyway." Mina sensitive ears picked up on something that caused her to take the lead without the realization of it into the dinning hall, "I hear something."
Tom beings to pick up on the high pitch noise as they enter the dinning room, "Morse code, someone is trying to contact us."
Mina brisk fully walks across the hall, causing her long black skirt to float behind her, wiping on top of the passed out invisible man.
"I always wanted wake up to find myself up your skirt someday," his voices hoarsely announced from under her.
Mina's from the surprise yelp cause Tom to take steps closer to her in case she needed him but at the same time gave her space to take care of the situation. Her and Skinner had developed a sarcastic relationship that had the tendency to give him and the others on board some comic entertainment.
"I live without the white grease stains on my bloomers," Mina looked down at Skinner as a predator to a prey.
"Oh Mina that look just says pint up passion," Skinner laughs as he sits up with just the half full glass indicating where he is. "Cheers to you lover and happy new year." He downs the glass till it's empty and then throws it behind him to shatter on the floor.
"Do know what happens after liquor sits out for a while?" Tom asks Skinner.
"Does it become a better vintage?"
"No." Tom answers back a little weary.
"Well why would I worry about…Oh Lord." The cocky English man quickly stood up and pushes Tom out of the way as he ran out the dinning room for the nearest washroom.
"I wonder if his vomit also invisible," Tom jests before entering the communications room with Mina in front of him. He took the opportunity to place his hand over her lower back as she bent over to tear off a long thin strip where the code recorded in brail form.
The lovers sat on the table side by side of each other as they both read a different part of the message. "Champion Bond from the queen's security.." Tom started off before Mina read her part, "Urgent lives are at stake."
Right then the echo sound of someone deeply spilling all they have out of their digestive system caused the two of them to at each other with a comical look of disgust.
