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Tom stared at the ceiling, listening to Skinner's snores from below him. He ran the day's events through his head again. The shot, Andromeda falling, and then himself in the foliage. He had figured Catherine Rogue must have had something to do with it. Maybe she had been sending him images through sound waves or she had a crony who dressed like him and shot like him. As the hours dwindled away, Tom's theories became more and more ludicrous. Eventually he came down to one conclusion: He must be crazy.

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Galaxia, meanwhile, remained stressed in her sleep. Her sister wasn't there and her mind was beginning to have a break down. Without her sister to lead her around, Galaxia didn't know anything about the world. She had promised herself to get that orb, no matter how hard or how long it took.

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The next morning, Andromeda was alive and well. She had to change but Jekyll was treating her as best he could. She liked Jekyll. He could stand to be a bit less passive but overall he was a good man and a great doctor. In secrecy, he had told her his particular fear was chickens. She had asked why and he had explained that as a child he had been attacked by them. She shuddered.

Her night had been spent peacefully. She had pushed the little voice telling her to look for her sister to the back of her mind and had ignored the light pain pulsing though her shoulder.

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Dorian was pacing. He didn't feel like eating breakfast, he never needed food anyways. Obviously something was troubling the immortal creature. It wasn't the shooting or Tom on the brink of insanity, or Andromeda on the edge of life, staring death in the face. No, these problems did not concern him; the League could handle a mere bullet. But the shooter being Tom? This concerned him. Tom would not shoot a member that readily, so Dorian had deducted that it was a doppelganger.

Catherine Rogue must have retrieved their DNA from the bottom of the arctic, but how? The ice was meters thick, the water's temperature was in the negatives, if any mortal were to survive the temperatures and venture that deep they would practically implode.

"Any mortal" Dorian repeated.

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"Everyone's here then?" Quartermain asked. The group had assembled in the war room and all were nervously waiting to hear why they had been called.

Galaxia was feeling much better now that Andromeda was back. She felt a great deal more relaxed knowing her sister was there to protect her. But the jitters didn't stop. She was sitting next to Tom and was scared that Andromeda might do something dangerous but she seemed calm enough.

"We've learned what Catherine Rogue has done, thanks to Dorian and Skinner," Quartermain informed the league. Dorian remained indifferent but Skinner proudly smiled.

Mina smiled at Jekyll slightly and he smiled back. Andromeda glared at the vampiress. Alexandria stared at Quartermain, he mind drifting to different things. The sisters meant nothing to her, Jekyll had helped Andromeda well enough, but what connection kept her to the league? They didn't ask, they merely kidnapped her into it.

She glanced at Dorian quickly.

He looked as smug as ever.

Really, doesn't he realize he has at least one flaw?

Maybe one of his back teeth was astray. He definitely looked the part of perfect but deep somewhere in his mind, there must be something….

Her eyes widened.

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"She's made clones of us? How?" Mina asked, feeling a rise of anger threatening to choke her.

"Me" Dorian said simply.

"You? You've betrayed the league again?" he growled "You, who was on the brink of death and you, whom I saved, have betrayed us?" His body was itching to hit Dorian. This was the most upsetting for Jekyll. After all, no one wanted another Hyde unleashed on the world.

Quartermain rested a hand on Jekyll's shoulder reassuringly.

"No, Moriaty cloned me while I worked with him secretly, and the clone must have managed to retrieve the pieces of us," Dorian said all this rather calmly, even though his mind was reeling. It was Jekyll who had saved him, Jekyll who had kept his portrait and must have reversed the spell. Dorian was impressed.

"But we have a secret weapon" Quartermain indicated.

"What?" Alexandria asked with mild curiosity. Her mind had still been on Dorian.

"You."

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I will update very, very soon. I have completely neglected this story and I feel terribly horrible. Hope you enjoyed!