A/N: This is my first LXG fanfic enjoy.
Summary: A series of events leads to one member of the League in dire trouble. Will the others be in time to rescure him, do they even want to?
Disclaimer: Not mine but I do own the movie.
Rodney Skinner woke one morning feeling refreshed and happy. He had gotten a full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep, which had become rare since his joining League. The world was always in some peril and it was required of him to run off to save the day with nothing more than a few measly hours of sleep. But not today, no today he had gotten some well deserved sleep. It was very good, because unbeknownst to him the next few weeks would see very little.
Getting up he grabbed his coat and hat and made his way to the door. One of the perks of being invisible was that he didn't have to worry about finding clean clothes to wear or how he looked; he could just get up and go. Making his way down a long hallway he came to the kitchen, one of his favorite rooms in the submarine, to enjoy a nice light breakfast. Allen, always a early riser, was already there and appeared to be absorbed in a newspaper he was reading.
"Mornin' Allen." He said cheerfully as he fetched himself a banana and some orange juice.
The hunter just grunted a acknowledgment, not bothering to look up from his paper. Skinner was not put off by the other man's apparent rudeness and kept eating his banana, he had plans today and did not want to be weighed down by a large breakfast. It was at this time Mina, the only lady on the entire ship, walked in and gave the thief a look of disgust.
"Mr. Skinner." She said in a annoyed tone. "Next time you eat will you please put on your paint. No one wants to see your partly chewed food floating in mid-air, it's disgusting."
Rodney, who had forgotten all about putting on his paint and the fact that everyone could see him chewing, flushed.
"I'm terribly sorry ol' girl, I forgot all about it." He said truthfully though there was a hint of humor in his voice. "I guess this makes me worse than Sawyer eating with his mouth open."
Mina for her part just looked annoyed and moved to the coffee pot, not even bothering to reply. Skinner decided he had overstayed his welcome and took his breakfast to another room. He passed by a few members of the crew as he made his way to the library where he decided to finish his interrupted breakfast. For the most they didn't seemed disturbed by the floating fruit and drink, since they were use to that sort of thing. When he came to the library he saw the young Tom Sawyer sitting cleaning his gun.
"Hey Skinner, what are you up to?" The American smiled at the floating items.
"Oh, Mina kicked me out of the kitchen. Apparently she doesn't find floating see food attractive."
"Imagine that." Sawyer said as he watched part the banana get bit off and turned into mush. Sure it was gross but he didn't say anything, the poor guy got kicked out of one room. Already. "Were going to be docking soon."
"I know." Skinner said after finishing the rest of his food. "Can't wait to get off this floating tin can."
The American laughed. "Don't let Nemo hear you call his lady that. He'd mount you head on the wall."
"Fat lot of good that would do 'im." He replied humorously. Tom and Skinner were nearly thrown to the floor by the sub suddenly lurching to a halt. "Guess were there."
The crew of the Nautilus ran around doing the numerous jobs they had to do once the ship docked. While the crew was busy doing various errands the League got some down time to do with as they pleased. As soon as possible Rodney Skinner, Henry Jekyll, and Tom Sawyer exited the ship.
Each had something they wished to accomplish today, ranging from getting some books (Jekyll) to going sight seeing (Tom). The group walked a ways together until they came to a book store where Henry took his leave, Tom left not to much latter to see the sights. He had asked Skinner to accompany him but was turned down. When asked why he just replied he didn't feel like being gawked at today. Sawyer asked if he would like company to where ever he was going but again he was told no and to go have his fun.
After making sure the American was really gone Skinner ducked into a alley and began wiping grease paint off his face. Once that was accomplished his hat, coat, and glasses were carefully stuffed in a old barrel.
'Now.' He though. 'Time to go to work.'