AN- Thanks again for reviews everyone. It's time to see what Sawyer wants to do about M now he's gotten away…here we go.

All but Skinner, who was sedated in the infirmary to help him rest, sat in at the long, dining table. There was no food in front of them- in fact, they had been called together for a meeting by young Agent Sawyer, who stood leaning over the table in front of them.

No-one had seen him for at least a day or two, and the food that had been taken to him in his cabin had hardly been eaten. He looked quite tired, his short, blonde hair messier than usual, and his tanned face a little paler.

''You should be able to guess why I called you all together here,'' he said, staring at the table as he spoke. He looked up at the present league members, who regarded him with concern, ''so I'll get started straight away. This league was brought together under false pretences. You were all tricked into helping start the very thing you thought you were helping to prevent- world war.''
He moved away from the table and put his hands in his pockets, leaning against one of the white pillars near the doors.

''M thought he had you guy's down- but you came back, and you fought him. He wasn't expectin' that, and we nearly beat him. I was never meant to be a part of this team, but I'm sure as hell glad that I am.''

Nemo nodded in agreement and Mina smiled, watching Tom with interest. Of course he was taking Alan's death hard…that was understandable. They were all trying to cope with the loss- but she could see now that spark in him that he had at the very start of the mission- the one he seemed to have lost when she found him on the floor in M's fortress.

''As you know, I made a promise to myself, and a real close friend of mine, that I would avenge his death. Now I have another- I promised Alan that I would catch M. And there is no way I plan to let him down. Not again…,''he paused for a moment, and sighed deeply and quietly before he was able to continue, ''…and I hope that you're not gonna let this man get away with everythin' he's done, to you and everyone else…and that you want to help keep that promise to Alan.''

The league was silent for a moment, watching Tom as he looked to the floor briefly before his green eyes turned to them. He focused on Dorian hesitantly before his gaze wandered over all of them. Nemo stood and bowed to Sawyer gracefully before he approached him.

''You have both my ship, and my sword, Agent Sawyer.''

The spy smiled a little, nodding to the captain gratefully. Mina caught his eye and she nodded to him, smiling. He walked over to the table and took a seat, suddenly feeling as though his legs were about to give up on him…

''I'm here to help, Tom. In any way that I can,'' Jekyll added, rising from the table, ''and I'm quite sure that Skinner will want to assist- though there's not very much he can do in his state…I should go and check he's alright.''

Tom acknowledged Jekyll as he left the room and turned to look at Dorian, who was still staring at him blankly. The immortal could feel Tom's anger towards him without the spy having to glare or make a comment.

''As I stated before, I will help the league to catch M…now, if you'll excuse me…''

Dorian left the room, doing up the buttons on his jacket. Sawyer held him responsible for this, and he knew it. It was understandable- he had sold them out to Moriarty. Fair enough- but Sawyer did not know Dorian's side of the story nor would he care to hear it.
In fact, Gray remained positive that he wouldn't believe it anyway. The fool. There had always been rivalry between them- but only towards Mina. That was all; they had never gotten along because of her. Dorian laughed slightly at this. How immature…but the American was showing more signs of maturity now. He was going to face M, like a man, and capture him…or was he..? Was the young Tom Sawyer really capable of killing a man face to face like that? Perhaps…perhaps not…

In the infirmary, Skinner was still in a drug induced state of sleep. It was the only way for him to rest painlessly while his burns were treated. At the moment his burns were all covered in ointment and medication whilst wrapped in gauze and bandages. He couldn't really move at all- not that he wanted to. The only thing he had been missing was a nice glass of whisky, or some sort of pick-me-up like that, but of course he was refused any.

The physician himself was asleep in a chair, his head resting on one hand, hair slightly ruffled as he had dozed off.
Edward Hyde, it seemed, was also dormant in Henrys head, and Jekyll himself thought that maybe (just maybe) he was dealing with Alan's death. He knew that Hyde had formed some respect for the old hunter- after all, he had managed to capture him where no-one else could- and had in some ways, treated him less as an animal than everyone else had.
Jekyll woke with a start as someone shook his arm. Mina smiled down in an amused way and he rubbed his eyes free of sleep.
''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.'' She said apologetically, sitting on the end of Skinners bed. Henry waved his hand as if to wave away the apology.

''It's alright…I suppose it's a good thing you woke me up…I should be watching Skinner…''
''You don't need to supervise him around the clock, surely? I thought he was going to be alright..?''
''Oh, no no, he will...I just thought I should be sure to watch him, because of the sedation…we don't want to lose another member of the league…''

Mina watched him as he looked through a bag of medical supplies. She looked to Skinner, who was merely a bandage shell of a human. It was better he had no grease paint on him while he was asleep or it would go everywhere if he moved.

''You seem tired, Henry.''

''Isn't everyone?''

''Very true…but you shouldn't keep yourself awake. You need rest. Even Tom has gotten some sleep.''

''I feel so sorry for him…''

''I do too…but I also know he isn't as down anymore. He's ready to go back into action now, which is comforting.''

''…You really seem to care about him…''

The lady vampire tilted her head to one side and gave him a light smile.

''I care about all of the league members, Henry… It feels almost like a family…a very queer family…but we're all odd compared to others. That's why we're here.''''Well, we were first here to be used for something terrible…but Sawyer has a point.''

''Hmm?''

''We're a team.''
''That's right.''

''Well...isn't this cosy…?'' Skinner mumbled from his bed. The two both looked to him and rolled their eyes. He coughed slightly and tried to sit up.

''I'll just…get him something to drink…'' Henry said, excusing himself from the infirmary.

Tom stood on the top of the Nautilus. It felt to him as though he hadn't done so for a very long time…and it now felt quite empty, excluding the fact that he was all alone. Not for long however. Nemo joined him at the railings to inform him that before their mission continued they should give Alan a funeral. Respectfully, Tom agreed. But he was itching to get to Moriarty…itching to make him pay for what he had done…to the League…everyone before that…and to Him.