A/N: Hullo all! It took me some time to figure out what to put in this chapter, because, well, there's nothing exciting going on, ya' know? It's just a sort of a "Can we hurry up and get to Sweden already?" sort of chapter.

Kill Mary Sue ~ If you don't like Cabrilyn, why do you keep reading this?

Steffi ~ Hey! Get your mind out of the gutter… and let mine roll by! :-P

elven-emma ~ Skinner with a sharp pointy object? *shudders*

Zanna Avons ~ Aww, I'm loved. Ooh, Louisiana! Just like Gambit! [Sorry. I love Gambit.]

Randomly Placed Disclaimer: Cabrilyn: mine. Davis: mine. Owen: mine. Everyone else: not mine.

            "…I thought Aunt Polly was gonna kill me! It was worth it though."

            Cabrilyn laughed, taking delight in Tom's story about attending his own funeral. It had been an interesting experience, getting to know a little more about Tom. "So, what ever happened to Huck?" She asked, curious to know more about the young American and his old cronies.

            Tom went oddly quiet at the question, after a moment, he replied, "Huck… Huck's dead. The Phantom got him…"

            "Oh, Tom, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

            "S'ok. The rest of the League knows – you should too. You are part of the team after all."

            Cabrilyn smiled. It was the first time she'd really been thought of as one of the team – though, she was fairly certain that, in his own way, Skinner had already accepted her – but to the rest of the League she was just sort of there – not able to take part in the camaraderie because she hadn't been around for their first adventure. She'd won two of the League members over, and she could only hope the others would come around in their own time. Tom smiled back, but then, he froze. A look of utmost confusion came across his face. Cabrilyn chanced a glance over her shoulder. It was Davis, trying to be stealthy, unaware of the white paint that covered his back. She scooped up another piece of paper and scrawled 'It's Davis. Pretend you don't notice him.' on it and handed it to Tom. He nodded and set his rifle within reach.

            The pair continued to talk as if they hadn't noticed Davis and his futile attempts to be sneaky. Davis thought that he had managed to get in without Cabrilyn noticing him, and Tom setting his rifle down gave him a sense of security – albeit, a false sense of security, but a sense of security nonetheless. He was silently making his way towards Cabrilyn, and was just about to grab her when Tom snatched up his rifle and aimed it directly at the invisible soldier. Davis was frozen with a mixture of surprise and fright, but it lasted only a moment. He quickly turned tail and bolted for the door.

            "Going somewhere?" Skinner's voice sounded form the doorway. Davis skidded to a halt. He whirled around, looking for some other escape route. Instead, he met with the butt of Toms rifle and fell unconscious to the floor.

            Tom and Skinner looked down at the unconscious man, then at each other. "Man," Tom said, "How many times are we gonna have to knock this guy out?"

*   *   *

            Jekyll had come down to the infirmary to see how Cabrilyn and Tom were holding up. Much to his surprise, he found Tom and Skinner standing over an unconscious Davis. "You really have got to stop beating him over the head like that," he sighed, throwing Skinner a glance. "He won't do us any good if you give him amnesia."

            Skinner threw up his hands defensively. "Hey, it wasn't me. I swear. Sawyer beat him over the head this time."

            Jekyll sighed, not exactly sure whether to believe Skinner or not, when Tom spoke up, "Yes, I did. That guy's a pest. We need some kind of high-security prison for him or something."

            "Well, we won't have to deal with him much longer," Jekyll said. "Nemo just informed me we're ready to get underway. We'll be diving in about half an hour."

            "Good! That means I can get out of this blasted infirmary and get some air," Cabrilyn said, sliding out of bed. There was still a little pain, but not enough to keep her from walking. Jekyll opened his mouth to protest, but Cabrilyn silenced him with a glance that said, "If you make me stay in this infirmary a moment longer, I will go absolutely mad."

            "All right," Jekyll said at length. "If you feel you're up to it."

            "Oh, I feel up to it. Believe me."

*   *   *

            The air was cold up on the Nautilus' deck. Cabrilyn sighed, her breath visible in the cold northern air. She had donned her fur coat again and she put her hands into her pockets as she gazed at the scenery; occasionally a lazily drifting iceberg would disrupt the monotony of the ocean.

            "Not much to look at, is it?"

            Cabrilyn turned around. Tom, clad in the same thick winter coat he had worn in Mongolia, was coming out onto the deck, Winchester rifle in hand. "No," Cabrilyn replied. "But it's better than the infirmary. I was beginning to go a little stir-crazy."

            Tom chuckled. "If I were you, I would've gone crazy a long time ago. Especially with Skinner constantly tending to me."

            "He's not so bad," Cabrilyn said. "A little starved for attention, I think. But, then, you'd be starved for attention too if no one could see you." Tom pondered this for a moment, and then gave a nod of agreement. "Speaking of Skinner," Cabrilyn asked, "Where is he?"

            "Oh, he's painting Davis," Tom replied.

            "He's what?"

            Tom laughed at the priceless expression on Cabrilyn's face. "Just in case he decides to escape again," he explained. "The paint worked this time. Skinner volunteered for the job. He'd never pass up an offer to torture Mr. But Sir."

            "And, believe me, it was worth it!" The pair turned around. Skinner, also wearing his thick white coat from Mongolia, was behind them. "I don't think I'll ever get over being annoyed by that guy," Skinner grimaced.

            Nemo emerged from the small black door. "We will be diving in a moment," he said.

            "That figures," Skinner commented dryly. "I just get up here and now I have to go back."

            The captain sighed, then, in all sincerity, said, "You can stay up here for a while longer if you like."

            "Really?" Skinner asked brightly.

            "Of course," Nemo replied. "How long can you tread water?"

            "Oh, har-dee-har. You're a riot." Skinner said. "Never mind. I think I'd rather not swim to Sweden."

A/N: This chapter was relatively short, but I, alas, am suffering from a bit of writer's block. Curses. The next one will be better, I promise. The League will finally arrive in Sweden.