Okay, so I'm really tired but I feel like posting this chapter up now
anyway. I've been racking my brain trying to think of ideas for my next
fanfic (after I get done with this one.) I want it to be funny, but I have
no really good ideas. Anyway, here are the review replies:
To Clez: I know, my brain isn't really working lately either. I keep adding more and more chapters. Originally I thought this thing was only going to be about twelve chapters long, but now I'm guessing about eighteen. Ah, yes, surprises WILL await them!
To Graymoon74: What type of PJs would Tom wear? Oh, I'm thinking nice blue ones with little shotguns or slingshots dancing around the fabric. Or, maybe he'd wear nice striped ones. I can imagine him in those.
To A Fan: *grinning evilly* "Born in sin, come on in!" *waving evil cane around in the air* "Give me what I want, and I'll go away!" Finally, someone who knows "Storm of the Century" as much as I!! Thanks for reviewing my story!!
Here's the next chapter, and I'll admit that it's a bit slow. I don't know why I wrote it, but it just sounded right to do. Happy reading!
*
Batsie Linoge was in her room packing her suitcase when Mina came in. Mina was wearing her own bathrobe, which was made of thin cream-colored silk, and holding the large, thick, burgundy one in her arms.
"Here," she offered. "I think your husband would be angry if he didn't get his robe back."
Batsie laughed. "You know, Mina, I really don't think he would. Like I said before, he never wears it. So, how about you keep it for a while? At least until you get better. The one you have on now is much too thin to be wearing when you're ill."
"True," Mina nodded. She sniffled and put the burgundy robe back on. "Thanks, Batsie. I really owe you one."
"No, you don't, Mina," said Batsie quietly. "My duty is to make you safe and happy. I've already done that. Your duty is to keep me safe from terrorists who try to start world wars. I don't think that's been done yet."
Mina nodded and laughed. "That's also true." She paused. "Batsie, do you think I have a chance with Henry? Do you think he could really be my husband?"
Batsie put down the blue bath towel she was packing into her suitcase and looked at Mina. On her face was a look of curiosity and secrecy. "Well, Mina," she began slowly, "would you like him to become your husband someday?"
"I don't know," Mina answered truthfully. "We're going to have to get closer in our relationship for that."
Batsie nodded. "There you go. I can't really tell you if you and Henry will be together, Mina. You're just going to have to get closer before you ask for anything else from me concerning your relationship with Henry Jekyll. It's too far into the future to me to see into."
Mina just nodded. "Thank you very much for everything," she said quietly, and left Batsie alone to continue packing.
* * *
McCane had been right. Simon Linoge was a more sinister Andre McCane.
Simon Linoge stood patiently at the East London Docks, where the Nautilus had docked, waiting for his wife. He wore tough black boots, heavy gray slacks, and a large black peacoat. His hands were covered with black leather gloves, and in his right hand was a black cane with a growling silver wolf's head on top. It looked horrifying.
Simon Linoge himself looked horrifying as well. He was very tall, well over six feet, with a wool cap covering his head. On his face was a menacing look of strength and intimidation.
Inside the Nautilus, Tom Sawyer was looking out the porthole of his room. He gulped at the vision of Simon Linoge.
"I'm not going out there," he swore to Henry Jekyll. "That man looks more evil than Dorian."
"Nobody is more evil than Dorian," Jekyll told him.
"That guy is. He used to be an angel of Satan, Jekyll. Satan beats out Dorian any day of the week."
"True," Jekyll nodded. "Hyde?" he asked aloud. Since Jekyll was no longer depressed and suicidal, Hyde had returned to Jekyll's body earlier that morning.
"What, worm?" Edward Hyde growled from inside him.
"See that man out there?" asked Jekyll, pointing out the window to Simon Linoge. "The one carrying the cane?"
"Yeah, I see him," Hyde answered.
"Are you afraid of him?"
"Jekyll, you little worm!!! I ain't afraid of ANYBODY!!!!"
"Even a former angel of Satan?"
"As long as it's a FORMER angel of Satan, than the answer's still no."
"Good," Jekyll said aloud. "Because I'm going to take the potion, and you're going to escort Mina off the Nautilus and into London. We're taking her to a vampire specialist."
"No!" Sawyer gasped.
Jekyll turned to look at him, concerned. "Why not, Sawyer?"
"Jekyll, I may be afraid of him, but you can't be. YOU are the whole reason Batsie Linoge came upon this ship on the first place. If she wants her husband, an ex-agent of Satan himself, to pick her up when we dock, then she must be conveying a message to you. You can't be afraid, Jekyll. You need to start facing your fears. It'll make you happier."
Jekyll froze. He didn't want to admit it, but the American kid was absolutely right. He couldn't keep letting Hyde out when he was afraid. To be a happier man, he needed to start facing his fears. He was going to start with meeting Simon Linoge.
"You're right, Sawyer," he said, giving Sawyer a pat on the back. "You're absolutely right. I can't be a coward the rest of my life. I need to start becoming brave, because it will make me a much better man."
"FINALLY you understand," Hyde growled from inside him. Jekyll ignored him.
"Way to go, Doctor," Sawyer smiled at him.
* * *
"Oh, goodness gracious. Do I really need to go out there?" Andre McCane groaned. "I don't feel like having an exchange with Simon Linoge today."
Batsie laughed. "Yes, my humble manservant. You will be carrying my luggage," she teased him.
"Says who?"
"Says me, of course."
"That's what Nemo's crewmen are for," McCane grumbled.
"Nemo's crewmen serve Nemo. You are my former husband. You're much better fit to serve me than them."
"Says who?" McCane protested.
"What's going on now?" Skinner asked. Batsie and McCane were standing in the main corridor of the Nautilus, flanked by Batsie's luggage. Skinner had heard them bickering.
"Andre doesn't feel like speaking with Simon today," Batsie laughed.
"Every time we meet, he finds something to ridicule me about, and then I find something to ridicule him about, and THEN we fight and fight and fight until somebody breaks us up," McCane explained.
"Hold on a second," Tom Sawyer interrupted, stepping out of his room to join in on their conversation. "McCane, you've met this guy? Is he as mean as he looks?" he asked anxiously. "Because I wanted to help Jekyll get Mina to a clinic, and I didn't want to rub elbows with him the wrong way. He looks pretty sinister."
"No, he's not as mean as he looks," Batsie said, practically doubling over with laughter. "Tom, the key to getting along with Simon is to not speak unless spoken to."
"The man's also big on chivalry," McCane added. "So be gracious to the ladies."
"Oh, Sawyer and I are always gracious to the ladies," Skinner grinned. "Aren't we, Mina?"
Mina, who was walking towards them, was bundled up in a big overcoat and rubbing her runny nose with a handkerchief. She just glared at him.
"Are we all ready to greet the bright London sunshine?" asked Nemo. He was walking up the corridor in his newly polished uniform. The group nodded.
"Okay, Jekyll and Sawyer, you two help Mina. McCane and I will help Ms. Linoge. Skinner, you get keep your mouth shut," Nemo ordered.
The door to the outside opened, and the entire group, with Skinner grumbling, helped Mina, Batsie, and Batsie's luggage of the Nautilus and onto the port.
*
Okay, my plan for now is that the next chapter will be the last, and then I will have an epilogue. If that changes in any way, I will let you know when I post the next chapter. Happy reviewing!
~ Alisonia
To Clez: I know, my brain isn't really working lately either. I keep adding more and more chapters. Originally I thought this thing was only going to be about twelve chapters long, but now I'm guessing about eighteen. Ah, yes, surprises WILL await them!
To Graymoon74: What type of PJs would Tom wear? Oh, I'm thinking nice blue ones with little shotguns or slingshots dancing around the fabric. Or, maybe he'd wear nice striped ones. I can imagine him in those.
To A Fan: *grinning evilly* "Born in sin, come on in!" *waving evil cane around in the air* "Give me what I want, and I'll go away!" Finally, someone who knows "Storm of the Century" as much as I!! Thanks for reviewing my story!!
Here's the next chapter, and I'll admit that it's a bit slow. I don't know why I wrote it, but it just sounded right to do. Happy reading!
*
Batsie Linoge was in her room packing her suitcase when Mina came in. Mina was wearing her own bathrobe, which was made of thin cream-colored silk, and holding the large, thick, burgundy one in her arms.
"Here," she offered. "I think your husband would be angry if he didn't get his robe back."
Batsie laughed. "You know, Mina, I really don't think he would. Like I said before, he never wears it. So, how about you keep it for a while? At least until you get better. The one you have on now is much too thin to be wearing when you're ill."
"True," Mina nodded. She sniffled and put the burgundy robe back on. "Thanks, Batsie. I really owe you one."
"No, you don't, Mina," said Batsie quietly. "My duty is to make you safe and happy. I've already done that. Your duty is to keep me safe from terrorists who try to start world wars. I don't think that's been done yet."
Mina nodded and laughed. "That's also true." She paused. "Batsie, do you think I have a chance with Henry? Do you think he could really be my husband?"
Batsie put down the blue bath towel she was packing into her suitcase and looked at Mina. On her face was a look of curiosity and secrecy. "Well, Mina," she began slowly, "would you like him to become your husband someday?"
"I don't know," Mina answered truthfully. "We're going to have to get closer in our relationship for that."
Batsie nodded. "There you go. I can't really tell you if you and Henry will be together, Mina. You're just going to have to get closer before you ask for anything else from me concerning your relationship with Henry Jekyll. It's too far into the future to me to see into."
Mina just nodded. "Thank you very much for everything," she said quietly, and left Batsie alone to continue packing.
* * *
McCane had been right. Simon Linoge was a more sinister Andre McCane.
Simon Linoge stood patiently at the East London Docks, where the Nautilus had docked, waiting for his wife. He wore tough black boots, heavy gray slacks, and a large black peacoat. His hands were covered with black leather gloves, and in his right hand was a black cane with a growling silver wolf's head on top. It looked horrifying.
Simon Linoge himself looked horrifying as well. He was very tall, well over six feet, with a wool cap covering his head. On his face was a menacing look of strength and intimidation.
Inside the Nautilus, Tom Sawyer was looking out the porthole of his room. He gulped at the vision of Simon Linoge.
"I'm not going out there," he swore to Henry Jekyll. "That man looks more evil than Dorian."
"Nobody is more evil than Dorian," Jekyll told him.
"That guy is. He used to be an angel of Satan, Jekyll. Satan beats out Dorian any day of the week."
"True," Jekyll nodded. "Hyde?" he asked aloud. Since Jekyll was no longer depressed and suicidal, Hyde had returned to Jekyll's body earlier that morning.
"What, worm?" Edward Hyde growled from inside him.
"See that man out there?" asked Jekyll, pointing out the window to Simon Linoge. "The one carrying the cane?"
"Yeah, I see him," Hyde answered.
"Are you afraid of him?"
"Jekyll, you little worm!!! I ain't afraid of ANYBODY!!!!"
"Even a former angel of Satan?"
"As long as it's a FORMER angel of Satan, than the answer's still no."
"Good," Jekyll said aloud. "Because I'm going to take the potion, and you're going to escort Mina off the Nautilus and into London. We're taking her to a vampire specialist."
"No!" Sawyer gasped.
Jekyll turned to look at him, concerned. "Why not, Sawyer?"
"Jekyll, I may be afraid of him, but you can't be. YOU are the whole reason Batsie Linoge came upon this ship on the first place. If she wants her husband, an ex-agent of Satan himself, to pick her up when we dock, then she must be conveying a message to you. You can't be afraid, Jekyll. You need to start facing your fears. It'll make you happier."
Jekyll froze. He didn't want to admit it, but the American kid was absolutely right. He couldn't keep letting Hyde out when he was afraid. To be a happier man, he needed to start facing his fears. He was going to start with meeting Simon Linoge.
"You're right, Sawyer," he said, giving Sawyer a pat on the back. "You're absolutely right. I can't be a coward the rest of my life. I need to start becoming brave, because it will make me a much better man."
"FINALLY you understand," Hyde growled from inside him. Jekyll ignored him.
"Way to go, Doctor," Sawyer smiled at him.
* * *
"Oh, goodness gracious. Do I really need to go out there?" Andre McCane groaned. "I don't feel like having an exchange with Simon Linoge today."
Batsie laughed. "Yes, my humble manservant. You will be carrying my luggage," she teased him.
"Says who?"
"Says me, of course."
"That's what Nemo's crewmen are for," McCane grumbled.
"Nemo's crewmen serve Nemo. You are my former husband. You're much better fit to serve me than them."
"Says who?" McCane protested.
"What's going on now?" Skinner asked. Batsie and McCane were standing in the main corridor of the Nautilus, flanked by Batsie's luggage. Skinner had heard them bickering.
"Andre doesn't feel like speaking with Simon today," Batsie laughed.
"Every time we meet, he finds something to ridicule me about, and then I find something to ridicule him about, and THEN we fight and fight and fight until somebody breaks us up," McCane explained.
"Hold on a second," Tom Sawyer interrupted, stepping out of his room to join in on their conversation. "McCane, you've met this guy? Is he as mean as he looks?" he asked anxiously. "Because I wanted to help Jekyll get Mina to a clinic, and I didn't want to rub elbows with him the wrong way. He looks pretty sinister."
"No, he's not as mean as he looks," Batsie said, practically doubling over with laughter. "Tom, the key to getting along with Simon is to not speak unless spoken to."
"The man's also big on chivalry," McCane added. "So be gracious to the ladies."
"Oh, Sawyer and I are always gracious to the ladies," Skinner grinned. "Aren't we, Mina?"
Mina, who was walking towards them, was bundled up in a big overcoat and rubbing her runny nose with a handkerchief. She just glared at him.
"Are we all ready to greet the bright London sunshine?" asked Nemo. He was walking up the corridor in his newly polished uniform. The group nodded.
"Okay, Jekyll and Sawyer, you two help Mina. McCane and I will help Ms. Linoge. Skinner, you get keep your mouth shut," Nemo ordered.
The door to the outside opened, and the entire group, with Skinner grumbling, helped Mina, Batsie, and Batsie's luggage of the Nautilus and onto the port.
*
Okay, my plan for now is that the next chapter will be the last, and then I will have an epilogue. If that changes in any way, I will let you know when I post the next chapter. Happy reviewing!
~ Alisonia
