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Anise was on the conning tower when the smell drifted to her, and as the breeze tugged at her hair lightly in the fading sunlight that was the dusk, she smiled amidst her wandering locks, touched by his pursuit. A lone tear made its slow, sorrowful way down her cheek. No one had ever pursued her before… not like Tom Sawyer. It warmed her heart to think that he thought her worthy of such effort, and even as she heard him climbing the steps up to the promenade deck, she sighed longingly.
She wanted to stay… she did… she just didn't trust fate, or whatever controlled all the actions that were made in this world. It all seemed to be against them and the man she had hopelessly fallen for. Whenever they were together, terrible things happened, and… people died. Like Lei…
Lei Cheung. Anise had been Lei's friend… perhaps her only one, and the brave woman had died saving her life. She missed her terribly, and another tear fell to mirror the first, and Anise hung her head just slightly in remembrance and mourning of the Asian woman. She had not taken the time before, but as she hugged her arms around herself and recalled the details of Lei's face, she was deeply saddened by the loss they had suffered. It did little to comfort her, knowing that both 'people' responsible were dead. Lei was still gone.
As the heavy door opened, leading onto the tower with a slight groan of metal, Anise turned her face out to the ocean, illuminated by the fading sun's rays. She smelt him at once, his scent so strong and soothing to her, yet so melancholy at the same time. She had grown so accustomed to it lately, and was loathe to leave it… but as she had already decided and worked out… it was for the best that she do so. She did not want to ruin what Tom had here, with the League, and she was confident that something awful would happen – whether it be her fault or not, directly or otherwise – to disrupt everything. Sighing slightly, she closed her eyes and let the lingering warmth touch her cheeks.
Anise felt him come up behind her, and knew he had reached out to touch her shoulder, hesitating in the process, before lowering his hand again. He sighed lightly, and she opened her brown eyes, looking out into the gentle, lapping waves. They looked so calming, but did nothing to ease the turmoil within the Frenchwoman. She also wanted Tom to touch her, to try and comfort her with his proximity… but he seemed tentative of the idea.
If he touches you, tries to comfort you… you know you will not be able to leave. You don't want him to change your mind. You have to leave. Her thoughts were irritating to her all of a sudden, so to stem them, she said, "You've come to change my mind." It wasn't a question, and he probably knew that.
"I'm here to try," was his gentle reply, and there was a pleading edge to his voice that cut into Anise like a knife. She had to clamp her eyes shut to stop the next tear, just in time to stop it from falling. She pulled in a long breath, and calmed her trembling voice before she spoke again.
It was his compassion, sincerity and determination – whether it be secretive and subtle or blunt and frontal – that wounded her, the way it was all transferred in his voice so smoothly, mingled with the heartfelt words. "Why do you persist, Tom? You know I have made my decision."
He did touch her shoulder then, to turn her around to make her face him, though she tried to do anything but. "It's the wrong decision," he told her, not accusingly but firmly, "and I need to tell you that. I can't let you just walk away, knowing that I probably won't ever see you again."
"I never said I didn't want to see you again, Tom," she corrected, looking into his soulful green eyes for just a moment, and regretting it. They were so filled with sadness and longing. It was painful to her. "I just said that we should not be together. There is a difference… if only a slight one."
Tom closed his eyes, and when he spoke it was with so much earnesty and raw emotion that Anise nearly lost all control; "I can't lose you… not in any shape, way or form. I have to have you near me… ever since… I need you. I can't lose you." He opened his eyes, and looked into hers, and they were shining with tears.
Anise furrowed her brow with deep sadness, and said, "Oh, Tom… please don't… it is difficult for me to leave as it is, but I don't want to ruin anything you have here."
"Then you have to stay. You're all I have."
"No I'm not… look around you. You have friends… a family in the League that you are lucky to have. They protect you, they love you… and they would die for you." She smiled. "As you would for them, I know. I can't change that. I don't want to."
"I want you to." Tom was barely ten inches from her, his head bowed slightly to hers, and she could practically taste him from where he stood, a haunting sensation that made her hunger for his touch, his kiss… for him. "I want you to stay here, with the League… with me. Please. Don't go."
Anise closed her eyes, hovered for a moment, and then let her head droop forward until it rested against his chest, another lonely tear falling down her cheek, over her lips, to drop from her chin to the floor. She pulled in a shaking sigh, and felt a hand trace affectionately over her hair. She screwed her eyes shut tighter, in the hopes that all the complications would melt away and they would be left in peace, how she always wanted it… her perfect childhood fantasy. Just her and her man… a man who risked his own life for hers, selflessly. "It's so hard," she whispered into his waistcoat, the fabric of his shirt soft against her cheek. "I don't want it to be hard… I don't want to leave you… but it hurts to think about what might happen if I stay."
"You talk about what might happen if you stay," Tom said to her gently in return, his own voice low and almost secretive, "but have you considered what might happen if you leave? I can't bear it… you mean so much to me already, and I want that to grow, Anise. I don't want it to fade… I don't want that to die."
Anise was stung by his words, and the depth to them, and without realising, wrapped her arms tightly around him in a clinging embrace. "I don't want to do this," she whimpered into his shoulder, burying her face in it as if to hide from the situation at hand.
"So stay."
"But I don't want to."
Tom's face brushed hers and lingered there, his skin soft and warm, and she shivered. She clung to him just that little bit tighter, her fingers latching possessively in the back of his shirt and waistcoat.
"Then what do you want?" he whispered the words in her ear, and his breath played through her hair. She breathed in slowly at the sensation, and opened her eyes for a moment.
Anise froze at this, unsure of the answer herself, something that frightened her more than a little. She should have been able to sort through her emotions and chaotical musings and ideas now, to pick what she wanted to do… but she couldn't. Something about Tom threw everything out into disarray. It confused her, and annoyed her, if only slightly, in the depth of her mind. "I don't know what I want… but I don't want to be here… on this ship. It is not where I am meant to be, Tom. I don't understand how I know that… I just know that."
"So…" Tom began, pausing. "If you don't want to stay… then you shouldn't stay." His words stunned her for a moment, in the way they sounded harsh, as if he was now encouraging her to leave instead of remain. "But if you don't want to stay… then neither do I."
Anise pulled back from him, looking him plainly in the eye in shock and disbelief, not sure what else to feel. Should she be angry with him? Or appreciative of the thought? At the moment, there was nothing there other than the aforementioned stunned feeling that settled in her stomach oddly. "You can't do that."
"I can," Tom retorted lightly, looking her squarely and resolutely in the eye. "And I will."
"No." Anise shook her head vehemently back and forth, moving forward again, stroking a hand over his face, saying, "You cannot leave. You are needed here. You can do great things… you have. I cannot let you give all that up for me."
Tom smiled, taking her hand in his, and caressing it affectionately. "I'm not saying I'll stay away forever, but… I need some time away from all this. So much has happened and… I need to get it all together; sort out what's going on. I don't know quite… what I am anymore, and that frightens me. I can't think of any better way to spend that time… than with you."
Anise leant up into him, and kissed him lightly, pulling back with closed eyes as she said, "I don't want you to ruin your life here… but I want to be with you."
"And you will be." His free hand tucked some loose tresses of mahogany hair behind her ear softly as his smile reached his eyes. "And I'm not ruining anything. I'll tell them to come back to wherever we're going in a month or two, so they can pick me up again. That should give me time to get used to all of… this." He laughed quietly, and sighed, his smile falling for a moment. "Why don't you look happy about this?"
Anise shook her head. "I am happy… but I'm just worried. What if the others in the League don't understand?"
"They will understand… and if they don't, then maybe they shouldn't come back for me at all." Tom was deadly serious when he said this, and Anise could feel it in his gaze and in his voice. "But if they don't… I'll make them. They have to understand. They know… they know how much you mean to me."
His words were like a blow, whenever he said that, simply because Anise was so unaccustomed to the affection… the sincere affection of a person, male or otherwise. Dmitri and Lei had been the only other honest people in her life, and one of them was lost to her now.
"Anise," Tom began, closing the slight distance between them so his words – as low in volume as they were, almost stolen by the wind – could be heard. "I… I love you."
Anise could do nothing but stare, frozen in place…
Tom looked her face over, every detail catalogued in his mind, locked away so he would never forget her beauty or passion. It worried him that she said nothing at this point, when he had admitted something so meaningful to her, something he had never said to anyone before in his life. It had taken all of his strength and effort to say those words… and she was simply standing there, staring at him as though she had been struck a blow.
"This is where you say something," Tom mumbled, nervous all of a sudden. "Anything."
He was concerned… worried that she would not return what he felt. Though he barely registered the fact, that was his greatest fear at that moment, as they stood face to face, the admission hanging between them awkwardly.
"Tom, I…" Anise faltered, and then smiled, moving closer to him, capturing his lips with hers in a suddenly passionate kiss that lasted only a moment. "I love you."
Tom stared right back for a moment, one of her hands lingering over his cheek and jaw, before he smiled, kissing her in return as he cupped her face. His hands trailed quickly down to her waist, and hoisted her up. She hopped up, and carefully wrapped her knees around his own beltline to keep herself up, as he held her there, supporting her legs. Her arms embraced his neck, and they pulled away from the kiss, their foreheads touching gently. They were smiling, though Anise had a few tears in her eyes. Tom cocked his head just a fraction to one side, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.
"What is it?" he asked her, looking into her soothing chocolate coloured eyes.
She laughed ever so slightly, the sound catching a little as she seemed to hold back the tears with a smile. "It's nothing. I can't believe… I'm just happy that I finally told you how I felt. I would have hated to leave you without telling you. That would have been the worst mistake of my life."
"But I'm not going anywhere, remember? And neither are you." Tom smiled mischievously, kissing her quickly again. "We are."
"Tom… are you sure about this?" She slid carefully down from his waist, her feet planting firmly on the floor with precision and grace. The depth of the question was burning in her eyes as she regarded him.
He claimed her face with his hands gently again, locking their gazes meaningfully as he told her, "I've never been more certain about anything in my life." The smile that had faded from his face returned, before he kissed her forehead, and pulled her gently to him in an embrace. He was so certain of his decision, that it pained him to think of anything other than that particular course of action now, though he knew the others would protest… but then again, perhaps they wouldn't, when they realised how much Anise meant to him. They should know that already, but maybe his decision would help. He needed for them to realise. Closing his eyes, he breathed in Anise's comforting scent, something that made him feel at home, and felt her lean in to him, as the wind tugged at them gently, almost an embrace of itself, playing through their hair and clothes lightly.
And as he held Anise, he smiled, feeling the safest he had felt in a long time.
Allan sat at the table with the others, eating a quiet evening meal that the lycanthropes had decided not to join them in. He wondered why, before realising that it was of no concern. Perhaps they just felt as though rest was in order, and he didn't blame them. After the ordeal everyone had been through, he couldn't debate the need for a little break. But knowing the way the British Empire worked – not that they knew he was alive again – the break would not last long, and they would be called into service. That was, if he understood how the League worked now. No one had really explained it to him.
The meal was a simple assortment of both hot and cold meats, with salads and vegetables, something not too heavy for their stomachs after the 'interesting' situation they had found themselves in as of late. Everyone had a cup of tea to accompany the meal, and even Skinner was quiet for a change; all were lost in his or her musings of reminiscing.
But it wasn't long before the opening of the doors at the head of the room broke the silence, and a figure strode in. Allan knew without looking up that it was Sawyer, and when his eyes rose from his plate, he confirmed that as such, when the young man came over to the edge of the table, his hands in his pockets and a light in his eyes. The hunter could not decipher the light, which was odd, and something to worry about in itself, so Allan immediately placed down his cutlery, all interest in his food now lost, transferred to whatever Sawyer had to say.
Mrs. Harker, Jekyll, Nemo and Skinner soon followed suit, and before too long, all eyes were on the young American, even as he discreetly cleared his throat, saying, "I have something I need to tell all of you."
Mina Harker, for one, did not seem to like the tone in the young man's voice, and turned herself in her chair, looking at the other faces gathered as if to see what they made of the situation. Jekyll appeared nervous but attentive; Nemo was ever patient; Skinner looked puzzled and curious; and Allan… Allan had a feeling he knew what was coming, and sighed lightly, putting his napkin back on the table.
"Is something the matter, Agent Sawyer?" Mina inquired, her concern lacing her tone.
Sawyer hesitated before he had even started, and then squared his shoulders determinedly. "I'm leaving the ship."
Skinner nearly choked on the tea he had chosen to sip at that time, and succeeded in spluttering rather spectacularly. Jekyll's pocket watch snapped shut so suddenly that Allan thought the doctor might have jarred it. When Skinner had finished coughing, he blurted, "I beg your pardon?"
"I'm going away for a while. Not permanently. Just for a month or two… to get everything together. A lot has happened recently, and I just want to take it easy for a while. You'll know where I am, and you can come back and get me."
Mina looked as though she had been delivered a blow, as she fumbled for a moment – a rare occurrence – before managing, "But… I do not understand. We can help you. There is no need for you to leave the League. You are a valuable member of this team."
Sawyer smiled, gently, a crooked expression that was his mischievous trademark. He had certainly changed, matured, but he was still as optimistic and playful as ever, Allan knew, even if only on the inside. "I didn't say I was leaving the League." He sighed, shrugging slightly. "I just need a little break."
Jekyll narrowed his eyes, the beginnings of an understanding touching his lips. "You're going with the others, aren't you? You're going to Wales with them."
Sawyer looked pensive. "Never been to Wales," he said thoughtfully, smiling again, and then nodded at Jekyll. "I'm going with the others. I think they can help me get to grips with what I am now."
Nemo sighed quietly. "It is pointless, then, to try and convince you to stay?"
Sawyer's sigh was not so quiet, as he hung his head for a moment. "I am coming back. I'll be at the same dock in two months, waiting for you, and if you don't come back…" His head rose, and there was a mischievous glint in them, showing he was being humorous.
Mina stood from the table, and walked around to stand beside Sawyer, laying a hand on his shoulder, and saying, "We will come back for you, Tom… you can count on that. We couldn't lose someone like you, who has helped us so much. It wouldn't be the same without you."
Skinner rose as well, coming over. "We'd hunt you down if you weren't waitin' as well."
Though Nemo did not rise, he was earnest in his speech nevertheless, "As Mrs. Harker has already proclaimed, something would be lost from the League should you not return. I would steer my Lady back myself."
Sawyer's face showed his appreciation of the – perhaps unexpected – encouragement. He was smiling positively, looking to the faces of his friends.
"I think even Hyde would know that someone had left, and that it was for the worse if you didn't come back, Agent Sawyer," Jekyll offered, laughing nervously in support of the decision.
As Allan watched and listened to all of this, he couldn't help but feel the reluctance flowing from everyone like a wave. He felt it himself; worried for Sawyer's safety should he leave the ship… and then he remembered that the young man would not be alone. He would be with others 'of his kind', and he would be safe in their company. After all, he had hunted pack animals in the past, and they were deadly when one of their number was threatened. He had had a few narrow – and that was almost an understatement – escapes in his past in such cases. He knew to catch them alone, off guard… and knew that wouldn't be the case with Sawyer and the others. They would be careful… they knew how to defend themselves, after all. With either lycanthropic strength, or marksmanship, Sawyer would be able to take care of himself as well. He was more than capable.
So it was that Allan stood from the table also, and offered a hand to Sawyer, saying, "Then I guess it will be a little… quieter, for two months… won't it?"
Sawyer regarded the hunter solely for a long time, before taking his hand and shaking it. After a moment, the two embraced, with the others standing around them. Allan felt Sawyer clinging to him, as if for stability, and knew the young man was only leaving definitely for one reason alone.
And that reason was standing in the doorway, watching with unshed tears of appreciation in her eyes. She had her arms wrapped around her chest, as if w0rried she would be attacked if not for the personal embrace. Allan smiled at her, and saw it returned. He knew what was being transferred in his eyes, and saw she understood it: 'Take care of him'. She nodded subtlely, even as Sawyer pulled away. He turned, as though scenting Anise Delacroix. His eyes lit up with hope at once, even as the woman pushed into the room, as though hesitant.
The two hovered inches from each other for a moment, with their heads bowed to each other, before Sawyer ran a hand tenderly and lightly down the side of her face, and they kissed gently.
Allan couldn't help but smile, with Skinner and Mina beside him.
After a moment, the two broke apart, eyes closed, and looking as though their breath had been stolen from them, before Sawyer turned his head – touching Anise's – to regard them with a smile touching his features.
It was at that moment, seeing the two of them in such close proximity, that Allan knew Sawyer had made the right decision… and the hunter backed him all the way.
The small dock at the very edge of the wilderness that was Wales in 1899, the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen stood at the base of the ramp of the ascended Nautilus, with four werewolves before them, one of whom was saying his last goodbyes… at least until they met again in two months.
Emotions were conflicting, and though they knew they would see him again, the air was filled with a kind of sadness at seeing him leave. They felt as if they were losing the American, and it was a melancholy time. Everyone felt something slightly different regarding the departure, but there was a shared sense of reluctance at bidding him a temporary farewell.
Mina Harker was smiling, but it was hinted at with the sorrow of the potential of losing a close friend, and possibly, a loved one. Her veil was down over her face just slightly, the breeze that swept over the dock out to sea catching at her skirts and long, buttoned jacket. Once or twice, it had been perceived that she might shed tears, but being the powerful woman that she was, and having no real reason to do so, no solid evidence had been shown. Skinner was standing in his usual stance, with his hands in his leather jacket pockets, head cocked slightly to one side in what might have been perceived as a pensive position. Jekyll was wrapped up tightly in his formal clothes, and his pocket watch hung from its little chain securely, as he smiled over at the three more distant werewolves. Nemo stood with his hands clasped behind his back, stoically silent, but not brooding in his expression for once. And Allan Quatermain stood before Tom Sawyer, smiling in a fatherly fashion, warm and supporting, even as the American glanced around him, as if taking it all in.
"Well," he said, his breath coming out in a wispy cloud of steam with the slight chill, "I could get used to this." He shrugged. "A little cold, but I'm sure I'll adapt." He shrugged his jacket onto his shoulders a little more, a pack by his feet, with his Winchester draped over it. His Colts were at his waist, and his cap was in his hand. His hair was being tugged around his head slightly with the breeze that tore at their clothing, adding to the atmosphere that hung between them.
"I thought werewolves were impervious to hot and cold," Skinner interjected lightly, shoulders hunched as though chill, which was most likely the case given his lack of clothing beneath the jacket.
"Not exactly," Tom replied, smiling knowingly. "Though there is a tolerance issue." He cocked his head for a moment, glanced over his shoulder to Anise, Dmitri and Zachary waiting about ten feet back, before eyeing the League again. He could see their disinclination to bid him farewell, and appreciated their concern. But when he saw the love and compassion in Anise's eyes whenever he looked at her, he knew he had made the right choice, and it seemed the League were behind him.
He thought back over what had happened recently, from that night in Paris on the conning tower when he had first transformed, all the way up to this very moment: attacking Mina and being overcome by Hyde; trying to get help in Scotland, only to run into Anise, Dmitri and Lei in the first place; being back with Anise, whom he had thought dead; being hunted by the three 'assassins'; Lei's murder, and the kidnapping of Dmitri and Anise in order to lure him to Woods; his own capture and subsequent brainwashing; his fight with Mina; being shot by Quatermain; giving himself over in order to save Skinner; Anise being shot; and his destruction of Woods, who had, in many ways, been perhaps worse than Evans.
Dmitri and Zachary seemed to be getting on well, and it was a miracle that the Russian was so trusting of – if Tom understood it right – the one who had incapacitated him before Lei's murder in the first place. But he supposed Dmitri knew that that had been Lacertus, not Zachary Fairfax. They were two different entities, sharing the same body. Like Jekyll and Hyde, but more subsided. And like Tom and Exuro… Tom shuddered subtlely at the thought, before shoving it none-too-gently aside.
"You know, I am coming back… I've said it before, and I mean it." Tom felt like he was repeating himself, but he wanted to ensure that they understood.
"Try and stop us coming back, kid," Skinner said with a heartfelt smile touching the corner of his mouth. Tom returned it, and shook the thief's hand.
Jekyll was next to bid him farewell, saying, "Take care."
Nemo bowed to him, before shaking his hand also. "I hope you find the peace you desire, Agent Sawyer. May luck be with you."
Quatermain patted Tom on the shoulder, before shaking his hand as well. They had already embraced once, and probably both felt that doing so again might be a little excessive, though the American did look upon the hunter as a kind of father figure. He had already told Quatermain how glad he was that he was back once more, in the world of the living, to guide him and help him through the troubles he had come across, and the man had simply smiled with a knowing nod.
And then there was Mina. He came to her, and she smiled at him warmly, before lifting her veil, and kissing his cheek. Tom faltered there, even as she said softly to him, "Be careful."
"We will be." Tom smiled back at her, still thrown by the kiss, but reassured by it nevertheless. There wasn't really much else to say, but he suddenly found himself sorrowful to be leaving the people he looked upon as family… if only for a couple of months. It would be odd not seeing them everyday, not bickering with them… and not acting heroic. Perhaps he could use the time to get more in tune with himself, and get that good old optimism back. His smile had not faded, but now it carried a wistful edge. He heaved his pack onto his shoulder, his Winchester in his other hand after donning his hat.
"I guess I'll see you in two months." The League nodded, and acknowledged.
Anise came up beside Tom, brushing a hand down him arm, as she said, "Thank you… all of you. I know I hurt you in the past… but you have shown me more forgiveness and compassion than I thought I ever deserved." She smiled. "Thank you."
Mina nodded, and for the first time since their meeting, Anise and the vampire seemed to have an understanding.
With one final smile aimed at his family and friends, Tom turned with Anise, heading over to Dmitri and Zachary, and glanced over his shoulder as the League headed back onto the Nautilus. The ramp rose after them, with their faces smiling out at him, Skinner giving a final, single wave, before they were completely concealed from view. It wasn't long before a churning sounded from inside the mighty vessel, and it began to move away, shoving out a little way from shore, before slowly descending into the choppy, icy waters.
Tom's smile faded just a little, knowing he would see them again… no matter what.
With that, he turned to the three around him, and started to walk over the slopes and hills that was the countryside of Wales, the last rays of the sun falling on his back, and the wind behind him for a change, Winchester over his other shoulder, opposite the pack.
Special Agent Tom Sawyer sighed happily, and clasped Anise's hand in his.
A/N2: Oh my god… I finished it at last! Woohoo! Aww… I'm kinda sad now. ::deep breath:: Wow… well, thank you all for your patience and positive comments and reassurance along the line, glad you enjoyed it, and hope you were satisfied with the end. Please leave your final comments at the doorstop on your way out
Ciao!
Clez