AN: This is my first fanfiction of substantial length, and is, unfortunately, unbeta'd. If anyone would like to throw edits at me by way of reviews, I would give you psychic wine of venerable vintage in gratitude.
There is sex eventually, some violence, some macabre stuff, but all in good fun. I do not own the characters, only share a deep fondness with anyone else who has read the comics or seen the movie.
I used character personality and voices which came from the movie, but I throw in a comic reference here and there. Props to anyone who catches the comic reference in this little prologue :)
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There were good days, there were bad days, and then there were English days.
After the incident with Moriarty had gotten itself sorted out, the league had realized just how many of these English days they were going to see. Chilly, wet, and gray, English days could make even the toughest soul stir crazy, and certain members of the League were one barely one more raindrop away from calling it quits.
After all the saving the world shenanigans had wrapped up the League had been relegated to mostly busy work. Just because the League's history turned out to be a part of Moriarty's treachery didn't mean her majesty's empire wasn't interested in the group all the same. So now they found themselves doing research on cases of national security, checking up on small disturbances which could, maybe, possibly, some day turn out to be just as bloody useless as they seemed to be on first take.
It was frustrating enough to make them all contemplate returning to old jobs with the CIA or go back to running wild through the streets of London. Skinner seriously considered wandering back 'round to that nice boarding school he'd had such fond memories of, and Mina was starting to delve into to some of her independent research again, paging through musty old volumes on someone called the Blood Countess. Nemo stayed quiet mostly, realizing in his own sage way that he could not influence any of his fellow League members in these decisions. Even if they all left, he'd always have his Nautilus as his constant home. Still, he hoped things wouldn't get bad enough that they'd all actually make good on their threats to abandon the organization.
So it was in the midst of uncertainty, boredom, and monotony that a tiny glimmer of hope shot through, a glimmer of hope in the form of Russian maniac with visions of world domination dancing around his head and enough money and influence to make it happen. Each member filled with their own silent relief at having a justification to stay, put on grim faces and straightened their britches to set out on a new quest to save the world..