Disclaimer: I do not Own LXG or any of its characters, oh what a wonderful
world.
Authors Note: Thank You to all of you who read my crazy story so far, you all make me special inside.
Also, I have never read Dracula but do know some details. And yes my time line with Mina's life is very off but it's what came out on the paper.
Sawyer opens the library doors to find the room empty but a complete mess on the table and floor. He walked in slowly trying not to step on the sheets of draft paper and knock down the small pills of books.
He dug deep into his pant pocket and pulled out a small black case. He held onto it as his right traveled along the edge of the table. Somewhere there's an compartment that Nemo hide their personal files, but not even him with the key couldn't open it without the others permission and attendance inside these walls. It was a pack they created to make sure no diabolical mad man would still their extraordinary abilities again.
Sawyer whistled as he went around the table again, off to the left side he felt an indent. He stopped and listened before taking action, no footsteps coming down the passage way or anything being knocked over by an invisible man.
He opened the black case, picking out three of the several lock picks inside and knelt down under the table to find the oddly placed key hole. It only took a few seconds of pocking, and wiggling to turn the lock and with his one arm reaching out to pull the drawer. His other hand had to keep the picks in place, without the skeleton key to stay in the drawer would automatically lock itself.
Sawyer pilled the five folders he found with his fingertips onto his lap, searching for the one he needed. He passed Dorian Grey's with discussed, Allen Quatermain's with a sad smile, and then onto Mina's. He put her file out on to the floor next to him and reached his arm back out into the drawer to place the other back in order.
Sawyer pulled the picks out after pushing the drawer back into the table. He started to crawl back out from under the table with Mina's file under his arm but raised up to quickly banging his head on the edge of the table.
"Shit!" He stood up with his hand dropping the picks onto the floor to put pressure on his forehead. While messaging the swollen spot he noticed Mina's bowler hat on the table. He pulled the folder out from under his arm and placed it next to his black pick case. His hand reached over to grab the hat, he liked the feel of the velvet lining and the soft netting draping over the front. His nose noticed a musk smell coming from it. He sniffed it and then placed it back on the table smiling, "Vanilla."
*******
The empty long passage way filled with echoed sound of her shoes moving on the hard wood floor and her long fingernail tapping on the book and folder she carried in her hands. She stopped at her closed door and placed a free hand on the hatchet wheel, "- I'm a handy kind of guy,-" came to her mind as she began to pull the wheel. She shakes her head, clearing her mind of the thought that should have not even come back up.
Her scent turned her attention back in to the empty passage. The smell is nothing worse compared to her regular chemicals she plays with on a regular bases. But it's a scent she could not ignore, following it further down the rows of doors.
"It's a gel breathing in oxygen I supposed," She walked into an unmistakable room. Decorated with two rifles hanging on the walls and a table similar to hers covered in bullet shells, grease, and cleaning tools. With what free space in here had a bed sheet on the floor, weighed down by a closed brown bottle with a brush lying on top of it. Next to a cracked beaker and a bottom of a cylinder with other glass pieces being glued together surrounding it.
"Well," she knelt down to touching the beaker; "I am a very inconsiderate prick sometimes."
*******
Allen walked around the remaining foundation of his house. The town carpenters have already recycled what good piece that was left over from the bomb. Now what was here is being collected and thrown in the back of wagons for tonight's fire.
"Bloody Skinner! He'd lead everyone to a lost the plot." He put his hands in to his paint pockets and looked over to the graveyard. Looking at the similar markers next to each other, but only one to a filled grave.
*******
Sawyer walked from the passageway into his room doorway reading the file, repeating some important facts out loud. "School teacher in Dover England for five years," he lays down on his bed studying more. "Gosh, she has a heart for children, especially orphans."
Mina stayed knelt on the floor watching him getting into her history. After a few seconds of feeling like Skinner, she decided to let her presence be known, "I was an orphan."
Sawyer curled his lip up as he closed the file, "I was to." He swung his head over to her, "Hello Mrs.Harker."
Mina nods her head to him as she brushes glue onto two glass pieces, "I'm also surprisingly a mother." She puts the brush on the jar's lead, "Her name is Lucy, named after an old friend of mine." Carefully the two pieces are fitted together and clamped.
"Don't bother with that it's my responsibility."
Mina stands up, "You can call me Mina," she leans over to straighten her dress.
Finding this a perfect moment to learn more he takes the chance "Does Lucy live where you're from, England?"
Mina already feeling uncomfortable to opening up to him smiled at thought of her daughter. "Yes. With her husband an accountant," her smile faded, "like her father was."
Sawyer rolls off the bed on his feet and stands up with the folder in hand, "you miss him a lot don't you Mina?"
Mina raises an eyebrow and takes a deep breath to calm down at such an ignorant question. "It was a life I gave a lot to keep, as long as I could." She gulps to keep her voice from getting shaky, "Luckily Lucy isn't in the same circumstances." She walks over to the other side of the table and collects the book and folder she carried earlier.
"Would you like that life again?"
Mina went up to him, face-to-face. "No." He looks down avoiding eye contact.
"It's done and over with."
"What about a fling?" Sawyer looks back into her blue eyes and smiles at his reflection.
Mina placed her hand on his shoulder and rubs it, "I'd like us to be friends Tom." She drags her hand down his arm and turns to leave.
Sawyer gulped from her touched and then realized, "I never told you my first name."
She Looks back from the door way and holds up the folder she carries, "Your not the only one who can pick locks."
Tom smiles, "Aren't we naughty," and gives her a wink.
Authors Note: Thank You to all of you who read my crazy story so far, you all make me special inside.
Also, I have never read Dracula but do know some details. And yes my time line with Mina's life is very off but it's what came out on the paper.
Sawyer opens the library doors to find the room empty but a complete mess on the table and floor. He walked in slowly trying not to step on the sheets of draft paper and knock down the small pills of books.
He dug deep into his pant pocket and pulled out a small black case. He held onto it as his right traveled along the edge of the table. Somewhere there's an compartment that Nemo hide their personal files, but not even him with the key couldn't open it without the others permission and attendance inside these walls. It was a pack they created to make sure no diabolical mad man would still their extraordinary abilities again.
Sawyer whistled as he went around the table again, off to the left side he felt an indent. He stopped and listened before taking action, no footsteps coming down the passage way or anything being knocked over by an invisible man.
He opened the black case, picking out three of the several lock picks inside and knelt down under the table to find the oddly placed key hole. It only took a few seconds of pocking, and wiggling to turn the lock and with his one arm reaching out to pull the drawer. His other hand had to keep the picks in place, without the skeleton key to stay in the drawer would automatically lock itself.
Sawyer pilled the five folders he found with his fingertips onto his lap, searching for the one he needed. He passed Dorian Grey's with discussed, Allen Quatermain's with a sad smile, and then onto Mina's. He put her file out on to the floor next to him and reached his arm back out into the drawer to place the other back in order.
Sawyer pulled the picks out after pushing the drawer back into the table. He started to crawl back out from under the table with Mina's file under his arm but raised up to quickly banging his head on the edge of the table.
"Shit!" He stood up with his hand dropping the picks onto the floor to put pressure on his forehead. While messaging the swollen spot he noticed Mina's bowler hat on the table. He pulled the folder out from under his arm and placed it next to his black pick case. His hand reached over to grab the hat, he liked the feel of the velvet lining and the soft netting draping over the front. His nose noticed a musk smell coming from it. He sniffed it and then placed it back on the table smiling, "Vanilla."
*******
The empty long passage way filled with echoed sound of her shoes moving on the hard wood floor and her long fingernail tapping on the book and folder she carried in her hands. She stopped at her closed door and placed a free hand on the hatchet wheel, "- I'm a handy kind of guy,-" came to her mind as she began to pull the wheel. She shakes her head, clearing her mind of the thought that should have not even come back up.
Her scent turned her attention back in to the empty passage. The smell is nothing worse compared to her regular chemicals she plays with on a regular bases. But it's a scent she could not ignore, following it further down the rows of doors.
"It's a gel breathing in oxygen I supposed," She walked into an unmistakable room. Decorated with two rifles hanging on the walls and a table similar to hers covered in bullet shells, grease, and cleaning tools. With what free space in here had a bed sheet on the floor, weighed down by a closed brown bottle with a brush lying on top of it. Next to a cracked beaker and a bottom of a cylinder with other glass pieces being glued together surrounding it.
"Well," she knelt down to touching the beaker; "I am a very inconsiderate prick sometimes."
*******
Allen walked around the remaining foundation of his house. The town carpenters have already recycled what good piece that was left over from the bomb. Now what was here is being collected and thrown in the back of wagons for tonight's fire.
"Bloody Skinner! He'd lead everyone to a lost the plot." He put his hands in to his paint pockets and looked over to the graveyard. Looking at the similar markers next to each other, but only one to a filled grave.
*******
Sawyer walked from the passageway into his room doorway reading the file, repeating some important facts out loud. "School teacher in Dover England for five years," he lays down on his bed studying more. "Gosh, she has a heart for children, especially orphans."
Mina stayed knelt on the floor watching him getting into her history. After a few seconds of feeling like Skinner, she decided to let her presence be known, "I was an orphan."
Sawyer curled his lip up as he closed the file, "I was to." He swung his head over to her, "Hello Mrs.Harker."
Mina nods her head to him as she brushes glue onto two glass pieces, "I'm also surprisingly a mother." She puts the brush on the jar's lead, "Her name is Lucy, named after an old friend of mine." Carefully the two pieces are fitted together and clamped.
"Don't bother with that it's my responsibility."
Mina stands up, "You can call me Mina," she leans over to straighten her dress.
Finding this a perfect moment to learn more he takes the chance "Does Lucy live where you're from, England?"
Mina already feeling uncomfortable to opening up to him smiled at thought of her daughter. "Yes. With her husband an accountant," her smile faded, "like her father was."
Sawyer rolls off the bed on his feet and stands up with the folder in hand, "you miss him a lot don't you Mina?"
Mina raises an eyebrow and takes a deep breath to calm down at such an ignorant question. "It was a life I gave a lot to keep, as long as I could." She gulps to keep her voice from getting shaky, "Luckily Lucy isn't in the same circumstances." She walks over to the other side of the table and collects the book and folder she carried earlier.
"Would you like that life again?"
Mina went up to him, face-to-face. "No." He looks down avoiding eye contact.
"It's done and over with."
"What about a fling?" Sawyer looks back into her blue eyes and smiles at his reflection.
Mina placed her hand on his shoulder and rubs it, "I'd like us to be friends Tom." She drags her hand down his arm and turns to leave.
Sawyer gulped from her touched and then realized, "I never told you my first name."
She Looks back from the door way and holds up the folder she carries, "Your not the only one who can pick locks."
Tom smiles, "Aren't we naughty," and gives her a wink.