The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

The Cabbala.

"When you were young and your heart was an open book

You used to say live and let live

(You know you did, you know you did, you know you did)

But if this ever-changing world in which we're livin'

Makes you give in and cry, say live and let die

Live and let die, live and let die, live and let die

What does it matter to ya

When you've got a job to do, you gotta do it well

You gotta give the other fella hell. (…) – The Wings "Live and Let Die"

Warning: Violence, explicit language, possibly gore.

Timing: 2015, for particular timing of the characters original universes, see footnote of their respective chapters.

Rating: M, possibly MA.

Pairings: Wilhelmina and Allan (past). Wilhelmina and Orlando (friends with benefits).

Disclaimer: The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen original comic books © Allan Moore and Kevin O'Neill. Neverwhere (in character of Lady Door) © Neil Gaiman. Atomic Robo © Brian Clevinger and Scott Wegner. Stargate Atlantis (in character of Spike the Wraith) © MGM Studios. Hellboy (in character of Karl Ruprecht Kroenen) © Michael Mignola. Slenderman © Eric Knudsen (as Victor Surge). The story © Czarna Archer.

Dracula (in character of Wilhelmina Murray) by Bram Stoker. Allan Quatermain by sir Henry Rider Haggard. Orlando (or his/hers alike) by Virgina Woolf.

Switch me on, turn me up.

"Dial up my number now

Weaving it through the wire

Switch me on

Turn me up

Don't want it Baudelaire

Just glitter lust

Switch me on

Turn me up

I want to touch you

You're just made for love(…)." – Goldfrapp"Ooh-La-La".

oOo

Tesladyne Island. Two days later.

It was a bedlam. Vik was explaining the idea of mounting rocket engines on an asteroid while Bernard was calmly explaining that the probability of them ever managing to get that done was slim given the amount of fuel they needed. Lang was siding with Vik but only on the part of getting the engines on the asteroid but she agreed with Bernard on his doubts of getting them there. Julie kept calling Vik delusional and Phil stayed silent, waiting for his turn to speak. Jenkins ignored everything in favour of what seemed to be sleeping with his eyes open.

"… and I'm telling you, but you don't listen. You need fuel to lift the rocket to the orbit, you need more fuel to lift the asteroid-engines in the holding area of the rocket, and then you need fuel for the engines. And then you need more fuel just to get the remaining fuel that you haven't burned yet but you will." Bernard continued. "That's a lot of fuel and there is no way we can avoid costs that are astronomic."

"You can always build a Space Lift. Sure the initial cost will be massive, but after that everything gets cheaper and cheaper until it costs you nothing." Vik kept to his idea.

"Then you need the same amount of fuel to get the lift to the orbit AND then get the engines there anyway." Bernard didn't seem impressed. "The costs go up because you need to get a crew for the lift and the crew for the asteroid and you need to get them there safely."

"Vik, why do you even need to get the rocket asteroid?" Julia asked Vik. "And I do not take 'to give Jupiter some bruises' as an answer. That's not even a science!"

"It is a science, but you do not do it that way!" Lang shook her head.

"… and then you need to get to steer the thing and avoid collisions which needs more fuel…" Bernard continued his monotone monologue.

"Then why not use nuclear power? We do use it to power submarines." Vik proposed.

"Oh no, no nuclear fuel." Phil decided to protest. "I'm sure it would break some international law. And if it didn't, then it would still be dangerous, if anything would happen and the remains would crush they would leak radiation and THAT would break international laws."

"… and more fuel… "Bernard stuck to his version.

"How about producing some fuel in space?" Vik asked.

"From what, we're not sure what we would find on that asteroid." Julia huffed. "And you would need to get people there in the first place."

"Robo could…" Vik wouldn't give up.

"That's only one Robo and you need entire crew." Julia pointed out.

"And that means nuclear fuel for Robo…" Bernard caught up with the conversation.

"And if that wouldn't break the international laws then if there would be any accident and the remains would fall down, they would start to leak radiation… "Phil repeated himself.

"Robo!" The door opened and head of one of the assistants appeared. The argument didn't cease so the assistant gestured for the head of Tesladyne to come out of the room.

Robo nodded and then turned to Jenkins. "Take over; make sure they won't kill each other." He asked.

"Will do." Jenkins didn't even blink.

Robo walked to the assistant that waited for him in the doors. The arguing scientists didn't even notice that their boss left the room. They started to argue about making fuel out of resources on Mars (that they would totally have to fly by anyway, or at least make a stop there to get the resources and set there a base while on their way).

oOo

Robo left the room with well hidden relief. It started as purely theoretical dispute about the value of exploration of Jupiter that led to Shoemaker-Levi 9 comet impact which somehow mutated into idea of doing the same but with an asteroid and on purpose. He was just glad that they didn't try to build giant cannon to shoot asteroids at the Jupiter. But then again, this was Adventure Science and it was all about crazy ideas.

"What's going on?" Robo asked.

"There's someone for you."

"Can't they wait? It's delicate situation there and I left them with Jenkins."

"She says that she's from MI6." The assistant explained. "And she didn't come by plane… or boat for that matter."

"This is an island, how else could she come?" Robo's optic opened in full.

"Maybe she swam?" The assistant shrugged. "You can ask her yourself, she's waiting in the lobby. Jerry gave her tea."

"Tea?"

"She's British, no?"

"Riiiight." Robo stomped away. He hoped it wasn't anything regarding his problems with Majestic 12 or Delphi.

It was a short walk to his office but he took a longer turn just to have few more minutes to think. This surely wasn't that loon, Doctor Dinosaur, and hopefully it wasn't Helsingard related.

He reached his office and sat down behind his desk. He activated his communication array and asked Jerry to send his guest in. He would now find out what it was all about (and hopefully, please, please, please, not Doctor Dinosaur again, he had enough of nonsense for one day).

The doors opened and he saw a young woman that definitely didn't look like some British bureaucrat. Her hair was too wild, her attire not black enough and she wasn't stiff enough. And she was pretty enough to catch an eye (which excluded certain Oviraptor awkwardly dressed up as a human woman).

She moved with grace and as she walked, he could see that her very dark green and red coat hid matching set of rather revealing corset and what seemed like jodhpurs with golden belt and knee high leather boots. The corset and trousers were very dark red and green. This was definitely not an agent of any kind of secret service.

"Please, sit." He got up and gestured to the chair across from him. "Before you will say anything, don't bother. I know you're not MI6 because you do not look like MI6 and you do not have an air of MI6 and you certainly do not move like MI6. So, who sent you, and could you please not ruin my office while you try to kill me, I like it."

The girl blinked with her intense, dark green eyes while her dark, cherry lips opened and closed few times as she tried to gather her thoughts to reply. Finally, she sighed and refocused on her host.

"My name is Lady Door of house Portico." She started calmly, she expected that it wouldn't come easy but she didn't expect that this one would be so forward. "And I do, indeed, work for British Government even though it is a temporary employment."

"I remain sceptical." Robo cocked his head to the sight. "You do look like some crazy noble kid could. But your name doesn't sound like one of the British high breed."

"My history is long and complicated. And I am far from being a child, insane or otherwise." Door leaned back; this would be harder than she thought. She expected that her first target wouldn't be easy to persuade but she did not think he'd be so straightforward. "I really am coming to you with a proposal."

"Go ahead, I'm listening, what do I have to lose here?" Robo rested his chin in his palm. "Beside time."

"Have you ever heard of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen?" Door asked. This seemed like the best possible starting point.

"I've heard some stories." Robo admitted. "All of them from before I was made."

"I can tell you that it was a real thing. The first one dating as far as to XVIIth century and in various forms it was cultivated through centuries." Door explained. "The one you have heard of was probably the last one."

"And what it has to do with me?"

"The MI6 is reactivating the League." Door stated as if it was most common occurrence in the world. "You are being invited to become a member of the new group."

"Why would… "Robo made gesture as if he was to pinch the bridge of his nose, if he had one. "What do I owe the enormous honour? I'm not even a British."

"Many past members of the League originated from outside of England and I was informed that you are free to work for whomever you so choose as an independent contractor." Door looked straight into the gigantic, blue optics of the robotic man across from her. "No one is forcing you, sir, but you have been chosen for a reason."

"Can this get any more absurd?" Robo's optic shutters closed into equivalent of narrowed eyes. "I'm in no mood for making wild guesses about who sent you so why won't you save us time and just tell me?"

"Like I have already said, I currently work for MI6." Door felt that she was repeating herself. It was starting to irritate her. "I have been charged with recruiting members of the League." She added for sake of clarity. "Of course the reasons behind reassembling it can only be revealed if and after you choose to join and sign the security clearance documents."

"Why I am not surprised?" He asked with what served him as bored face. "You do realise that the story with security clearance doesn't work for me?"

"Why?"

"Because I have worked with British Intelligence before and I have their security clearance." Robo stated. "I have fought in three separate wars where we were cooperating; I couldn't get anything done without it."

"That changes a lot." Door admitted. She already has been instructed about the security measures that she would have to keep. "Is it still valid?"

"I surely hope so. I've just re-signed it."

"Can I see it to confirm?" She asked. If he had valid security clearance it would make everything so much easier.

"There's nothing classified in the clearance as such." Robo stood up and walked to one of cabinets in his office. "I see no harm." He pulled one piece of paper from a drawer and gave it to Door. The clearance in itself was simple documents, the appendix however was monstrous, but that detail was not the issue.

Door read the documents and checked the dates and signatures. It was recently signed and valid, more so, it had higher authorisation than hers. The signature of the 'M' was the same that was on her own clearance even though she knew that the clearances of the rest of the team would bear different signatures.

"It seems that I am free to pass everything I know to you." She returned the document to him. "Two archivists from MI6 transgressed to ISIS, they have stolen certain old files from the archives they've been working in." She recapitulated all she was told. "We are talking about historical files that can be dangerous. These suspicions are confirmed by the ISIS jihadists' behaviour. I have been given electronic versions of their files." Door took a pen drive out of a pocket. "With your security clearance you are free to view them."

Robo glared at the pen drive for a moment and then took it and put it aside.

"It sounds like something that could happen." He started. "But anyone can put a story like that together. I have already fallen for a cock-and-bull story like that once and it almost killed me."

"I understand. And I assure you that this is a real problem. I can prove everything I claim." Door promised.

"I wonder how?"

"Firstly, the personal files of our terrorists are on that device." She pointed at the pen drive. "Secondly, the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen was and is an actual entity that gathers incongruous individuals, be that by their nature, talents, personal traits or experience." She stood up. "I can show you something that will make you more receptive to the idea."

"Sorry but I am immune to hallucinogenic mushrooms."

"You mentioned my name before. Do you know where it comes from?" She ignored the 'mushroom' comment.

"No, but you will tell me without a doubt."

"I come from a long line of Openers." She continued.

"Is that related to beer brewing?"

"Your security is wondering how I got to this island I imagine." Door chose to just ignore his chipping in and just offered her hand to him. "Come, I will show you how I did it." She smirked and very noticeable glint appeared in her eyes. Robo couldn't miss it even if he wanted.

"Is this the part where you'll try to assassinate me?" He asked trying to retain the bravado that was now dissolving. "Because I must warn you, I am bulletproof and you can forget about stabbing or poisonous shots."

"I was sent here to recruit one Doctor Atomic Robo Tesla1), don't tell me I've strayed and found one Coward." She wriggled her fingers to indicate that she was waiting for him to take her hand.

"I give you that, Miss, you've bothered to pay attention to my full name, which is already more than most do." He decided to do his best to safe what served as his face and took her hand. "What now, Hansel and Gretel stroll around the woods?"

"Vast woods are yet to come should you agree." Door pulled him to one of the walls, where a large picture of an Inca temple hung. "But we will now enjoy something more ecclesial."

She touched the picture and a blue, liquid light engulfed it and a good portion of the wall. Robo never seen anything like that. Especially that suddenly the picture seemed to gain more dimensions than just the two it had before. He wanted to ask what was going on but he was pulled in.

There were few precious things that could render Atomic Robo speechless. Things that Jenkins could do (and disturbingly enough, enjoyed doing) to vampires. The amount of alcohol humans could consume and survive even if theoretically it should kill them. Ideas that kids have. Idiocy of Dr Dinosaur. Now he had to add another one to his list: Lady Door of house Portico's gift.

He looked around and saw that he stood in front of an Inca temple that he shouldn't be in. Not only because a moment before he was in his office but also because it was still unavailable for tourists… most of them anyway (if he looked well enough he'd probably find some candy bar wrappers and some used condoms, he was willing to bet on that).

If he was breathing he would sigh, but he wasn't so he allowed himself a moment of silence before he could form a coherent sentence.

"Now, I know this is not happening because it can't be happening." He started. "We do not have any working teleportation technology because Mr Tesla never finished it and I never got to working on it!"

"Believe me, it is happening." Door laughed a little. "Look." She pointed at the area they came from and there it was: a rectangular hole in thin air leading to his office.

"I am either starting to finally lose it." Robo stared at his office. "Or someone is pranking me."

"No, this is really happening." Door took his hand and led him back.

This time he observed closely what was happening. They were in Inca city and then they were back in his office. The moment they changed their locations was unlike if he simply walked through the door from one room to another. Only in this case he was walking from one part of the world to another… which was equally appropriate description in both cases actually. When he looked back at where they came from his wall was solid again and the photo looked flat and normal.

"You didn't teleport us to Southern America." Robo stated looking back at his guest. "It wasn't teleportation! It was space warping!"

"I'm not in habit of explaining myself or my abilities." Door stated. "But I believe you wrapped it just right."

"Like in theories of travel faster than speed of light!" Robo continued. "The question is: how did you do that?"

"Call it phenomenon perhaps?" Door proposed with smirk of someone who knew more than they intended to share.

"Scientists…" Robo started.

"NOW do you believe me?" Door cut in. She knew he was a scientist and that it was fascinating for him and he could coo over it for weeks if not months but she didn't have time or patience for that.

"What?" He snapped out of his small world of scientific wonderment.

"Do you believe me now?" She repeated.

"Just because you have some crazy super power doesn't mean that what you say isn't complete baloney."

"Do you really think I could be bothered to come here just to tell you nonsense?" Door asked. "And to what purpose?"

"I've seen crazier things. Talking dinosaurs, Vrill organ transplantations, monsters from beyond space and time."

"I have faced fallen angels and opened doors to black holes." Door replied. "What I'm telling you is true. Answer me this, how many times people thought you to be crazy or lying?"

Robo glared at the girl in front of him for a moment recalling the time when he contacted Dr Carl Sagan in '71 2) regarding that monster from beyond the universe. And how Dr Sagan hung up on him. Twice. And dozens of similar situations… like when he had to explain the Vampire Dimension to Bernard back in '99 3)… well not the dimension as such, rather the vampire part. He always felt silly about that because people assumed that vampires will be the actual vampires and not things that are vampires only because they didn't have a better name for blood guzzling forever young monstrosities. But who wouldn't feel silly explaining that?

"Fine. I think." He finally said and sat behind his desk again. "I deal with crazy way more often that it is healthy. But you're still need to tell me why you're here before I will make up my mind."

"I thought I have been clear."

"No. I know why you're head-hunting for team members." Robo explained. "But why are you head-hunted me? And not, say, Foolkiller4)? Or… Punisher or Deadpool?"

"Foolkiller?"

"You never met him. But you know what I mean."

"It is a pattern5) we are following here." Door explained. She was curious and asked pretty much the same question, which was answered in detail by Mina and Orlando when they talked in QueeQueg's. "There is always a science prodigy, an adventurer, a traveller, a free thinker, and someone monstrous. Sometimes there is someone with medical experience. And in the past we had wizards and occultists. Usually the intended leader recruits the group, often starting with one that will serve as their second in command. After that they recruit the rest of the team."

"If I get this right, I am to be the SIC and the scientist of the group while you are the leader and…"

"A bit of an adventurer and free thinker, I believe." Door shrugged. "I take that you agree."

"I haven't said that."

"Didn't you?"

"I… you got me interested, I give you that." Robo admitted. "And now you will tell me that we're in hurry."

"We're in hurry." Door repeated. "If you are agreeing then read the files." She pointed at the pen drive. "If you're refusing then return it and I will not bother you anymore."

Robo stared at Door unblinkingly and then glared at the pen drive. 'Two jihadists on the loose?" He asked and reached for the pen drive. "Can I read those before I decide?"

"You have the clearance. But I'd rather have your answer today."

"Let's see." He opened his laptop and inserted the memory stick. He read the files and pondered for a moment. "There's not much here."

"We are not certain what they have stolen exactly. We only know that the documents pre-date Industrial Revolution and are not of British origin. Now they're moving across Europe."

"Whatever caught their attention, it must be nasty." Robo theorised.

"Are you in?"

"I'd like the idea much more if it included my team." He admitted.

"I know that Tesladyne is UN sanctioned. But the MI6 invitation includes only you."

"I need to make sure that I can leave my team safely." He finally decided. "And I still say it's ridiculous."

"You should prepare yourself for whole lot more ridiculousness then." Door laughed with humour. "I'd like to reach our next target today."

"How?"

"Must I show you again?"

"No. And no." Robo got up and returned the pen drive to the young woman. "It's already late and I still need to prepare my company for my absence." He continued. "And I do not want to travel like that if I don't have to. It makes my optics water."

"But you're a robot, your eyes don't water."

"My point exactly." Robo walked to the door. "We'll fly, I'll have plane ready for tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow?" Door eyes widened.

"Don't worry; you'll get a guest room. And Jerry will direct you to cafeteria if you're hungry."

"It will not necessary." Door followed her host. "I will arrive tomorrow morning. Just tell me when I am to be ready."

"Say, eight in the morning." Robo closed the door behind her. "That's eight of the local time."

"Of course. I will be waiting for you in the lobby." Door presented a megawatt smile. "Until then."

"Wait. Who will we be getting?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow." She said and left the building.

"She's pretty." Jerry noticed. "That smile could blind a man."

"Then wear sun glasses." Robo wasn't in the mood for this kind of conversation. "Call the hangar and tell them to prepare the BJ6) for tomorrow morning. And tell Powell to get me something nasty."

"Will do." Jerry wasted no time and connected to the aircraft hangar crew as Robo walked away.

TBC

OK. Since while LoEG fic, the LoEG is in itself a crossover, so do not worry if you won't be familiar with any of the characters, if the need will arise it will be explain and if you will have any additional questions or something won't be clear, you can also contact me and ask and I will answer you to the best of my abilities.

Spoiler alert: this paragraph contains spoilers.

"Flying She-Devils of the Pacific" and before "Savage Sword of Doctor Dinosaur", or post his upcoming 10th volume. In "Savage Sword" Robo gets sent to the past which makes him unusable unless after the upcoming 10th volume and we know that he will be back and victorious because in Free Comic Issue 5 he is showed in August 2021 hiring one Emma Armstrong.

1) That is his full name and he reveals that in "Shadow from Beyond Time, 4th issue.

2) Shadow from Beyond Time, issue 4.

3) Revenge of Vampire Dimension, issue1.

4) Foolkiller, current's Foolkiller real name is Michael Trace. He was one of the candidates I was thinking of to put into my fic, but I didn't because I'm not that much into Marvell. Same with Punisher and Deadpool. Deadpool is also too intense.

5) The pattern is clearly seen in the three main leagues (the ones mentioned by Orlando in BD, I will be treating the remaining ones as simply continuations of the main ones, just like "Murray Group" from Century is continuation from the first two issues). Though it is not very strict, the usual make-up contains people with qualities that repeat in every group.

6) That's for Business Jet, the one Robo has is Cessna Citation X.