Disclaimer: I do not own LXG or any of its characters because it would turn
into one huge love fest!
Authors Note: Yes Mina is a little too emotional than we know her, but I thought it felt right.
Nemo climbed high on his shelf latter, in the library of the Nautilus. His fingertips slide over the bridges of ledgers on engineering and his past experiments. He pulled out two and laid them on the step above his head as the tall doors opened and slammed closed, causing books from other shelves to drop on to the floor.
Nemo looked down upon the black dressed Mina Harker taking off her bowler hat. She took a deep breath and tossed the bowler on the oak table covered in papers and a straight edge.
"Mrs. Harker! If you're going to have female prissy moments, please do not take it out on my lady." Mina's cold look went up directed to the fellow scientist as he climbed down with the ledgers under his arm.
"I thought I'd come here to be alone," she walks around the room to pick up the books on the floor.
Nemo places his ledgers on top of the papers and opens one up. He squints at his hand writing from years back, "You look troubled." "None of your business captain." Mina was about to place the last book back but her eyes caught the Latin title. "Are all these in Latin?" Nemo places his hands over his belt as his eyes skims over the mess of papers for his glasses. "No, their all mixtures of different kinds of languages." He removes his hands and leans over the table to shuffle, "I would suggest something on communications."
The noise of the papers rubbing against each other bothered Mina making her lean her head to the right as she sat in a chair at the end of the table. "I was thinking about American boys hormones will be suitable right now."
"Young man, Mrs. Harker. Not a boy." Nemo laid the papers back down, giving up looking. "He has much to learn," he looks at her sarcastically, "Like some of us." Nemo places his palms flat on the table surface, shaking his head about his misplaced glasses. "I think as we are traveling together, we must teach each other." Mina stared at the table avoiding eye contact with Nemo disciplining her.
"I last had them on the bridge with Sawyer!" Nemo stood back up straight; "I will leave you with what you journeyed for." He bowed down good-bye and left, closing the doors behind him.
Mina reclines in her seat as she open the book to the cover page with an illustration of seven Arabian nights riding the desert.
*******
The long thick dry grass slowed Sawyer down as he ran to the hut. When he came onto the hard dirt ground his speed picked up, into the closed door leaving black scorch marks on his face.
Sawyer backed up and wiped his numb cheek, he shrugged his shoulders and opened the door for a peak inside. "Mrs. Harker?"
There is nothing there but some of the others items and the broken pile of glass. Sawyer walks in and looks upon it shaking his head, "I'm sorry Mr. Harker." He goes over to one of the ban-boo beds and takes a sack pillow. He unties the rope that's keeping it close and dumps some of the buckwheat seeds on to the ground.
Authors Note: Yes Mina is a little too emotional than we know her, but I thought it felt right.
Nemo climbed high on his shelf latter, in the library of the Nautilus. His fingertips slide over the bridges of ledgers on engineering and his past experiments. He pulled out two and laid them on the step above his head as the tall doors opened and slammed closed, causing books from other shelves to drop on to the floor.
Nemo looked down upon the black dressed Mina Harker taking off her bowler hat. She took a deep breath and tossed the bowler on the oak table covered in papers and a straight edge.
"Mrs. Harker! If you're going to have female prissy moments, please do not take it out on my lady." Mina's cold look went up directed to the fellow scientist as he climbed down with the ledgers under his arm.
"I thought I'd come here to be alone," she walks around the room to pick up the books on the floor.
Nemo places his ledgers on top of the papers and opens one up. He squints at his hand writing from years back, "You look troubled." "None of your business captain." Mina was about to place the last book back but her eyes caught the Latin title. "Are all these in Latin?" Nemo places his hands over his belt as his eyes skims over the mess of papers for his glasses. "No, their all mixtures of different kinds of languages." He removes his hands and leans over the table to shuffle, "I would suggest something on communications."
The noise of the papers rubbing against each other bothered Mina making her lean her head to the right as she sat in a chair at the end of the table. "I was thinking about American boys hormones will be suitable right now."
"Young man, Mrs. Harker. Not a boy." Nemo laid the papers back down, giving up looking. "He has much to learn," he looks at her sarcastically, "Like some of us." Nemo places his palms flat on the table surface, shaking his head about his misplaced glasses. "I think as we are traveling together, we must teach each other." Mina stared at the table avoiding eye contact with Nemo disciplining her.
"I last had them on the bridge with Sawyer!" Nemo stood back up straight; "I will leave you with what you journeyed for." He bowed down good-bye and left, closing the doors behind him.
Mina reclines in her seat as she open the book to the cover page with an illustration of seven Arabian nights riding the desert.
*******
The long thick dry grass slowed Sawyer down as he ran to the hut. When he came onto the hard dirt ground his speed picked up, into the closed door leaving black scorch marks on his face.
Sawyer backed up and wiped his numb cheek, he shrugged his shoulders and opened the door for a peak inside. "Mrs. Harker?"
There is nothing there but some of the others items and the broken pile of glass. Sawyer walks in and looks upon it shaking his head, "I'm sorry Mr. Harker." He goes over to one of the ban-boo beds and takes a sack pillow. He unties the rope that's keeping it close and dumps some of the buckwheat seeds on to the ground.