A/N: All righty then. I had uploaded a story last night 4/22/04, and
Krisian Rose read it. We found out that my story was sounding a lot like
her's. I've gone and done some changes, and hope you will find no more of
Krisian's things.
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Mina stared at the wall. Dorian's portrait hung there. She sighed and turned away from the picture. It brought the memory of the final battle between them back too clearly for Mina to think about anything else.
Once, she had loved him. Now, she wasn't about to.
"He's dead, Mina," She scolded herself.
"Well, as dead as this will get me."
Mina jumped and whirled around to face the portrait. "Dorian?" She gasped.
The picture shrugged, "Did you expect Quartermain?" He chuckled at his "joke."
"What are you doing?!? You're supposed to be dead!"
"Ah, yes, that does complicate things a little bit, doesn't it?" Dorian looked at his painted fingers. He braced himself against the frame of the picture and heaved himself out.
Mina took a step back. Needless to say, this was probably the strangest thing she had ever seen. Soon, Dorian was standing in front of her in all his glory, well semi-transparent glory.
He looked mina up and down; just to be sure he could do so without getting a painted background into his field of vision. He did a full circle of the room he currently occupied. It looked oddly familiar.
"My house."
Mina shook her head, speechless. She had had designed the new League HQ. It was large enough to accommodate them all. Everyone had their own personalized room. It was also a nice central area for their base-of- operations. Currently, Dorian and she stood in his lounge. A room meant for Dorian if he ever came back.
"Henry," Mina said quietly over her shoulder.
Jekyll poked his head out of a room a few feet away. He was about to answer Mina when he spied Dorian. He yelped in shock.
"Dorian?" He said, then more quietly, "Or could it be a side affect from the chemicals."
Dorian rolled his eyes, "Mr. Jekyll, Do I look like a hallucination?"
Jekyll walked out of the lab, "It would seem you are not as dead as we would have hoped."
Dorian sighed, "So it would seem."
"Well, this can't be good," Skinner's disembodied voice said.
Dorian glared at the spot that he supposed Skinner was, "Shut up, Skinner." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~$
a/n: It's short, I know. The next chapter will be better *crosses heart, hopes to die*
See ya next time!
Mina stared at the wall. Dorian's portrait hung there. She sighed and turned away from the picture. It brought the memory of the final battle between them back too clearly for Mina to think about anything else.
Once, she had loved him. Now, she wasn't about to.
"He's dead, Mina," She scolded herself.
"Well, as dead as this will get me."
Mina jumped and whirled around to face the portrait. "Dorian?" She gasped.
The picture shrugged, "Did you expect Quartermain?" He chuckled at his "joke."
"What are you doing?!? You're supposed to be dead!"
"Ah, yes, that does complicate things a little bit, doesn't it?" Dorian looked at his painted fingers. He braced himself against the frame of the picture and heaved himself out.
Mina took a step back. Needless to say, this was probably the strangest thing she had ever seen. Soon, Dorian was standing in front of her in all his glory, well semi-transparent glory.
He looked mina up and down; just to be sure he could do so without getting a painted background into his field of vision. He did a full circle of the room he currently occupied. It looked oddly familiar.
"My house."
Mina shook her head, speechless. She had had designed the new League HQ. It was large enough to accommodate them all. Everyone had their own personalized room. It was also a nice central area for their base-of- operations. Currently, Dorian and she stood in his lounge. A room meant for Dorian if he ever came back.
"Henry," Mina said quietly over her shoulder.
Jekyll poked his head out of a room a few feet away. He was about to answer Mina when he spied Dorian. He yelped in shock.
"Dorian?" He said, then more quietly, "Or could it be a side affect from the chemicals."
Dorian rolled his eyes, "Mr. Jekyll, Do I look like a hallucination?"
Jekyll walked out of the lab, "It would seem you are not as dead as we would have hoped."
Dorian sighed, "So it would seem."
"Well, this can't be good," Skinner's disembodied voice said.
Dorian glared at the spot that he supposed Skinner was, "Shut up, Skinner." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~$
a/n: It's short, I know. The next chapter will be better *crosses heart, hopes to die*
See ya next time!