Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, no matter how much I
wish I did. The only character I own is Andre McCane, and he's such a
complicated character, I'm not sure I even want to own him!
Author's Note: This is just a stupid little story dedicated to everybody who celebrates New Years' Eve religiously, like I do. I know I promised one about Jekyll (for Panzergal,) but I thought I'd do a quick little one first before plunging into anything else as big as "The End of the LXG." So, I hope you all enjoy it (it's not as silly as my last one,) and remember to review. This story's only going to be about three chapters.
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In the spa room on the top floor of the Atlantica, Mina Harker was relaxing in a bathtub filled with steaming hot water. In her right hand was a blood cocktail, her own recipe. Mina wanted someone to come in and massage her back for her, but just lying and soaking here was perfect enough. Life was good.
Without warning, the door of the room burst open, and in came Tom Sawyer and Rodney Skinner. They were fencing with pitifully short fencing swords, and disturbing Mina's beauty rest. Pretty soon, Sawyer was on Mina's left, and Skinner was on her right. They were fencing right over her.
"What is the meaning of this?" she screeched to them, a look of anger on her face. "This is what the fencing deck is for!"
Sawyer put his sword back into the sheath on his belt. "Sorry, Mina, we just got carried away. We're so excited!"
"For what?"
"New Year's Eve, of course!" Skinner interjected. "It's tomorrow night, and the captain is planning a big celebration to ring in the year 1900. The young American lad and I are in charge of planning activities for the party."
"Congratulations," said Mina sarcastically. "Now, can you please leave me alone? I really need some time to myself."
"We're not done yet," said Sawyer. "Don't you want to know what you're in charge of?"
"No, not particularly."
"Well, too bad, we're going to tell you anyway. You're in charge of the menu at dinner. And normal food, you know. Not that kind of food," said Skinner, pointing at the drink in her hand.
Mina forced a chuckle. "Fine. I'll get right on it as soon as I'm out of the tub."
"When will that be?"
"Well, if you two don't leave me alone, it's going to be forever!"
Not wanting to be stuck with Mina when she was in an irritable mood, Sawyer and Skinner left her alone in the tub, then continued their playful swordfight as soon as they were out the door.
"Ah, the good old fencing deck," Skinner said aloud as they left Mina's spa room. "Life is good, eh, Sawyer?"
* * *
The room on the fifth floor where the unfortunate Que Moriarty had met her demise months before had been transformed into a meeting room. Captain Nemo sat at the table, looking over the blueprints for the new and improved Atlantica. By now, he knew them by heart, but he still enjoyed looking at them. They never ceased to amaze him.
Andre McCane never ceased to amaze him, either. Nemo hoped McCane would be able to come to the New Years' Eve party tomorrow night. It would be a shame if he couldn't, because the other members of the League were so excited about the year 1900.
Sawyer and Skinner were, anyway. And Nemo himself sure was.
Nemo hadn't spoken to Mina lately. She was too busy relaxing in a hot bathtub on the top floor and making herself those blood cocktails. But she was having fun; that was the most important thing. Nemo hadn't spoken to Jekyll lately, either, but he knew he wasn't having fun. Jekyll was still his same old melancholy self.
Nemo put Jekyll at the back of his mind, got up from the table, and decided to go to the fencing deck to see if anyone was out there. He loved the Atlantica because he wasn't in charge of sailing it. McCane's crewmen took care of everything. Nemo could just relax.
Life was good.
* * *
Life wasn't so good for Henry Jekyll. To him, the world was the parasite, and he was the prey.
Lying on his bed with the embroidered curtains closed, Jekyll sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He didn't know what he could be so upset about. He had a large, comfortable stateroom furnished with luxury. He had a medical examination room built just for him, to examine any sick or injured passengers or crewmembers of the Atlantica. McCane had even thrown in an exercise room for Hyde, filled with weights to build up Hyde's already bulging muscles.
"You're welcome to use it too, Henry," Edward had told him when it was completed. "You're ARE a skinny little shrimp, after all."
"True," Henry had said.
He had all this luxury at his fingertips, and yet, here he was in his room, moping on his bed. He had so much to be thankful for. So why didn't he just pick up a sword and head up to the fencing deck to have some fun?
"Because of me," Hyde whispered in his head. "I make your life miserable."
Jekyll sighed again. If only he could get rid of Hyde. Then life would be good.
Jekyll was still dwelling on this thought when Nemo, who had entered the room so quietly that Jekyll hadn't even heard him, pulled back the curtains to his bed.
"This isn't your ship!" Jekyll snapped irritably. "You have to knock when you enter someone's room!"
"This is important," Nemo said. "I was on my way up to the fencing deck when I thought I'd come in here to tell you. We're having a New Year's celebration tomorrow evening, and you're in charge of decorations."
A New Year's celebration. Maybe that would brighten his spirits.
"Great!" Jekyll said in a forced tone of excitement. "What do I have to decorate?"
"Just the main dining room and the fifth floor meeting room."
"Wow, that's all? Don't worry, it'll be ready by tomorrow evening."
Nemo wasn't so sure, but he decided to trust Jekyll anyway, at least for the moment. "Fine," he nodded.
* * *
A few minutes later, Nemo was standing on the sidelines of the fencing deck, watching Sawyer and Skinner as they battled it out.
"So, you two are in charge of activities," Nemo thought aloud. "Mina's got the food. Jekyll's got the decorations. And I'm writing the guest list. Do we need anything else?"
Skinner, who was now totally invisible, sure looked funny as he fenced with Sawyer. It looked as if Skinner's sword had a life of its' own, floating in midair like that. "I don't think so, Captain," Skinner said as he aimed straight for Sawyer's side. "Sounds good to me."
"This is going to be a swell party," Sawyer added as he knocked Skinner's sword out of the way with his own. "A real swell way to ring in the year 1900!"
Nemo continued watching their match. "A real interesting one, too," he added.
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So that's the first chapter. Hoepfully, I'll have the next chapter up really soon. Remember, this is just a stupid little story meant to have some fun (like everything else I write,) so please keep that in mind when reviewing. Thanks!
~ Alisonia
Author's Note: This is just a stupid little story dedicated to everybody who celebrates New Years' Eve religiously, like I do. I know I promised one about Jekyll (for Panzergal,) but I thought I'd do a quick little one first before plunging into anything else as big as "The End of the LXG." So, I hope you all enjoy it (it's not as silly as my last one,) and remember to review. This story's only going to be about three chapters.
*
In the spa room on the top floor of the Atlantica, Mina Harker was relaxing in a bathtub filled with steaming hot water. In her right hand was a blood cocktail, her own recipe. Mina wanted someone to come in and massage her back for her, but just lying and soaking here was perfect enough. Life was good.
Without warning, the door of the room burst open, and in came Tom Sawyer and Rodney Skinner. They were fencing with pitifully short fencing swords, and disturbing Mina's beauty rest. Pretty soon, Sawyer was on Mina's left, and Skinner was on her right. They were fencing right over her.
"What is the meaning of this?" she screeched to them, a look of anger on her face. "This is what the fencing deck is for!"
Sawyer put his sword back into the sheath on his belt. "Sorry, Mina, we just got carried away. We're so excited!"
"For what?"
"New Year's Eve, of course!" Skinner interjected. "It's tomorrow night, and the captain is planning a big celebration to ring in the year 1900. The young American lad and I are in charge of planning activities for the party."
"Congratulations," said Mina sarcastically. "Now, can you please leave me alone? I really need some time to myself."
"We're not done yet," said Sawyer. "Don't you want to know what you're in charge of?"
"No, not particularly."
"Well, too bad, we're going to tell you anyway. You're in charge of the menu at dinner. And normal food, you know. Not that kind of food," said Skinner, pointing at the drink in her hand.
Mina forced a chuckle. "Fine. I'll get right on it as soon as I'm out of the tub."
"When will that be?"
"Well, if you two don't leave me alone, it's going to be forever!"
Not wanting to be stuck with Mina when she was in an irritable mood, Sawyer and Skinner left her alone in the tub, then continued their playful swordfight as soon as they were out the door.
"Ah, the good old fencing deck," Skinner said aloud as they left Mina's spa room. "Life is good, eh, Sawyer?"
* * *
The room on the fifth floor where the unfortunate Que Moriarty had met her demise months before had been transformed into a meeting room. Captain Nemo sat at the table, looking over the blueprints for the new and improved Atlantica. By now, he knew them by heart, but he still enjoyed looking at them. They never ceased to amaze him.
Andre McCane never ceased to amaze him, either. Nemo hoped McCane would be able to come to the New Years' Eve party tomorrow night. It would be a shame if he couldn't, because the other members of the League were so excited about the year 1900.
Sawyer and Skinner were, anyway. And Nemo himself sure was.
Nemo hadn't spoken to Mina lately. She was too busy relaxing in a hot bathtub on the top floor and making herself those blood cocktails. But she was having fun; that was the most important thing. Nemo hadn't spoken to Jekyll lately, either, but he knew he wasn't having fun. Jekyll was still his same old melancholy self.
Nemo put Jekyll at the back of his mind, got up from the table, and decided to go to the fencing deck to see if anyone was out there. He loved the Atlantica because he wasn't in charge of sailing it. McCane's crewmen took care of everything. Nemo could just relax.
Life was good.
* * *
Life wasn't so good for Henry Jekyll. To him, the world was the parasite, and he was the prey.
Lying on his bed with the embroidered curtains closed, Jekyll sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He didn't know what he could be so upset about. He had a large, comfortable stateroom furnished with luxury. He had a medical examination room built just for him, to examine any sick or injured passengers or crewmembers of the Atlantica. McCane had even thrown in an exercise room for Hyde, filled with weights to build up Hyde's already bulging muscles.
"You're welcome to use it too, Henry," Edward had told him when it was completed. "You're ARE a skinny little shrimp, after all."
"True," Henry had said.
He had all this luxury at his fingertips, and yet, here he was in his room, moping on his bed. He had so much to be thankful for. So why didn't he just pick up a sword and head up to the fencing deck to have some fun?
"Because of me," Hyde whispered in his head. "I make your life miserable."
Jekyll sighed again. If only he could get rid of Hyde. Then life would be good.
Jekyll was still dwelling on this thought when Nemo, who had entered the room so quietly that Jekyll hadn't even heard him, pulled back the curtains to his bed.
"This isn't your ship!" Jekyll snapped irritably. "You have to knock when you enter someone's room!"
"This is important," Nemo said. "I was on my way up to the fencing deck when I thought I'd come in here to tell you. We're having a New Year's celebration tomorrow evening, and you're in charge of decorations."
A New Year's celebration. Maybe that would brighten his spirits.
"Great!" Jekyll said in a forced tone of excitement. "What do I have to decorate?"
"Just the main dining room and the fifth floor meeting room."
"Wow, that's all? Don't worry, it'll be ready by tomorrow evening."
Nemo wasn't so sure, but he decided to trust Jekyll anyway, at least for the moment. "Fine," he nodded.
* * *
A few minutes later, Nemo was standing on the sidelines of the fencing deck, watching Sawyer and Skinner as they battled it out.
"So, you two are in charge of activities," Nemo thought aloud. "Mina's got the food. Jekyll's got the decorations. And I'm writing the guest list. Do we need anything else?"
Skinner, who was now totally invisible, sure looked funny as he fenced with Sawyer. It looked as if Skinner's sword had a life of its' own, floating in midair like that. "I don't think so, Captain," Skinner said as he aimed straight for Sawyer's side. "Sounds good to me."
"This is going to be a swell party," Sawyer added as he knocked Skinner's sword out of the way with his own. "A real swell way to ring in the year 1900!"
Nemo continued watching their match. "A real interesting one, too," he added.
*
So that's the first chapter. Hoepfully, I'll have the next chapter up really soon. Remember, this is just a stupid little story meant to have some fun (like everything else I write,) so please keep that in mind when reviewing. Thanks!
~ Alisonia