A/n: Ah, chapter 2! Disclaimer stuff, I don't own LXG or anything to do with LXG. And Sorry about the Skinner thing, I was nutso when I wrote the first chapter and so sorry about that and well now he's alive again! Lots of apologies and I think the league might forgive Dorian a bit too fast but its all for time saving and a long dragged out battle anyways so I shorthanded it. If you don't like it, feel free to complain in your review.

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The league stood in the blaring hot sun of Africa. Mina Harker's clothes were dragging her down but she didn't mind the heat compared to the sadness she felt at that moment.  Dorian Gray was standing next to her, unsure what to say. Tom Sawyer walked up to the grave and placed his gun on top of the mound of dirt. Skinner heard him mumble a couple words but really wasn't listening to anyone or anything. The thought 'Something's happening' kept running through his head but, glancing around, the only thing happening was the African chief's chanting and Captain Nemo rustling the savannah grass below his feet uncomfortably. He sighed and wiped his forehead.

"Goodbye, Quartermain," Dorian said and everyone followed along behind him, saying their goodbyes. This truly was the saddest thing Tom Sawyer had ever experienced. Maybe it was only a short time he had spent with Quartermain but he felt like he was a new father to him and now he was gone. Just disappeared, like that. The league walked through the yellowed grass and suddenly the earth began to shake beneath them. The African Chief's chants became louder and louder and dark, menacing clouds began to form. Dorian turned back to the grave and saw Quartermain's grave dug up and Quartermain standing next to the chief, apparently thanking him.

"Gray, what are you looking-" Tom turned to see Quartermain smiling at him. He rubbed his eyes, disbelieving what they saw.

"I told you, Africa would never let me die," Quartermain yelled to them and everyone turned. Tom began to race towards the gravesite again. Skinner smiled. He knew something was going on and here it was, Quartermain alive and looking rather dusty. Everyone raced for Quartermain. All except for Dorian. He wasn't sure whether or not Quartermain would forgive him. After all, he had betrayed the whole league, tried to sink the Nautilus, taken the members abilities, almost revealed them to the world and had almost destroyed mankind and society as we know it. He had accomplished a lot in the past; he couldn't help but take pride in his cunning for he was a very proud man. Dorian was snapped back to the reality of now when he heard

"Dorian!"

He looked up and saw Quartermain waving to him. He stopped for a second. Why would Quartermain so readily forgive him unless there was something going on he didn't know about. The thought passed quickly through his head and he began to walk towards the group.

"Well, Welcome back Quartermain," Dorian greeted him. The next thing he heard was a ringing in his ears and a whoosh as the bullet hit his chest. He stumbled back, expecting to die.

"What did you do that for?" Dorian asked and watched the bullet melt. 'Well,' he thought to himself 'At least I'm still immortal.'

"For betraying the league" he heard and looked to the voice. It was Mina. She was holding Sawyer's silver pistol. She then handed it back to Sawyer and smiled slyly. Sawyer placed the shining pistol back into the holster at his side.

"Welcome back, Dorian, although you shouldn't even be back, how did you do it?" Quartermain asked and shook Dorian's hand.

"I wouldn't be able to tell you, Quartermain, and I should be asking you the same," Dorian responded. That question had perplexed him ever since he woke up, still pinned to the wall, as Mina had left him.

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Dr. Jekyll paced back and forth. 'Back and forth, back and forth…' he heard Edward Hyde's voice in his head. Jekyll looked around the elegant room. The floor was covered in fine East Asian carpets, and the walls were bookshelves pilled high with books. In the centre of the room was a large round table and the table was surrounded by leather couches, each seating about two people. Jekyll was early. The meeting had been called for 9 o'clock. His invitation had arrived just as he was finishing a new batch of potion. He knew they would come in handy.

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Skinner stepped into the room quietly. He was wearing his face-up (as he liked to call it), and his long black coat. The first thing he saw was Dr. Jekyll.

"Evenin', Jekyll," he greeted Dr. Jekyll and sat on the nice leather couch.

"Good Evening, Skinner, good to see you again," Dr. Jekyll responded and sat next to Skinner. He smiled, realizing the pun of his line.

"As to you, has anyone told you anything? I'm bloody well sick of having to run all over the place," Skinner complained. Just as Dr. Jekyll was about to respond, the double doors at the front of the room burst open and a man in a suit walked in, followed by Allan Quartermain and Tom Sawyer.

"Welcome back, gentlemen, where are the rest of the league?" the man asks and walks to the centre of the room.

"Who? Mina and Dorian?" Skinner asks and shrugs. Again, the front door busts open and in walks Dorian Gray.

"Evening" Dorian says and sits down on the couch next to Skinner's and Jekyll's.  At almost the exact moment Mina flew in through the above window. Might as well make a grand entrance, she had always said. As she landed, she proceeded to sit next to Quartermain which left Tom to sit next to Dorian.

"Why in bloody hell are we here, AGAIN?" Skinner asked. The mystery man stood in the centre of the room and addressed them all.

"I am Nicoli Varie, head of her majesty's secret service, and you have been called here on another mission."

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A/n: Another mission! Yay! I will write Chapter 3 very very soon, I love writing this story.