A/N Thankyou so much for your wonderful reviews... This chapter's slightly longer than the last. However, I would like to apologise for the story's slowness... It should pick up, and with lots of Sawyer anguish...

Although it was never my intention, this story has also come to possess Jekyll/Mina undertones...

Anyway, thankyou for reading, and remember to review....

Cold, Dead Comfort

By

M.J Rosemary

Chapter Two

...Aboard the Nautilus...

"Stop that. You're giving me a headache" Skinner grimaced, "I get less of a hangover through alcohol..."

"Maybe if you were to stop mixing our potions..."

"Please. This is not helping Ms Harker, nor is your pacing Dr. Jekyll." Nemo glanced between the two, drawing each of their gazes. "How long has she been experiencing these headaches?"

"I honestly believed she was fine, maybe slightly tired..."

"Her and the Doctor have been playing with chemicals, trying to rid me of my little problem. Maybe the fumes are effecting her pretty little head" Although clearly drunk, Skinners words were met with slight concern.

"It can not be ruled out, but I fear it may be something else" As all eyes found his own, expecting, Jekyll blanked... "Please excuse me..."

*****

"May I speak with you doctor?"

Henry felt no need to turn; instead he brought his hand to rest against Mina's inert figure. 'She reeks of death, Henry...'

"I'm sorry I left so abruptly captain. To much attention makes me nervous"

"You have come along way since out first meeting, Jekyll"

Turing then, Henry sought Nemo's weathered features. "My demons will not get the better of me... Temptation will not get the better of me."

Understanding seemed to seep within the captain's eyes; acknowledging Henry's inner struggle.

"Temptation is a powerful force Doctor Jekyll. As you are equally powerful to withstand it"

"Yes, something I share with Ms Harker"

"You believe you have the answer to her condition?"

"How often have you seen her feed, Captain?" His question was met by confusion, and Nemo seemed hesitant in his reply.

"I would believe it was a private matter, one she would not wish to share."

"She feels no guilt for the death of those willing to take our lives or the lives of innocents, but we have not seen action for quite some time"

"You believe this is hunger?"

"Yes, I do."

...America...

"Damn" Sawyer winced. "Would you stop what, I'm trying to concentrate"

Huckleberry Finn laughed; relishing Sawyer's pained features. "Look, you're doing it wrong. Didn't your Aunt Polly ever teach you to sow"

Shoving the jacket into his friend's arms, Sawyer brought his finger towards his lips; gingerly placing it within his mouth.

"I'm more of a guy's guy, Huck, but if it's more your thing…"

"You're an idiot, Thomas Sawyer. If you hadn't got stabbed, they'd be no hole, and we wouldn't be late…"

"Were not that late..." He took his jacket, wincing as it brushed against the abused flesh.

"Your lucky I didn't have to stitch that up as well"

Sawyer winced further, suddenly feeling rather queasy. "It burly sliced the flesh "

Ignoring his friend's words, Huck allowed his gaze to wonder. "I can't believe I've been in the cupboard for the last half hour." Although Finn had to admit, as late as they were, the small room had seemed the worthiest place to patch themselves up, or more importantly, patch Tom up. "You're a bad inference on me, Tom"

Sawyer only smiled as his hands found the door handle. "Ready to meet our maker?" Awaiting no reply, his youthful features fell into shadow, as both descended out of the cupboard, and into the long corridor. The American flag, proudly displayed against the wall, served to remind both Agents where they where, and the hell awaiting...

"We're so dead, Sawyer..."

TO BE CONTINUED

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