Author's note: I finally found out what kind of accent Skinner has! COCKNEY!!!! Isn't that a funny name? LOL. Never mind.

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Bloody Griffin: HAH! How did I know someone was going to bring that up? HOW DID I KNOW??? Well, I realized that just after I posted the first chapter. I hit myself in the head for it, actually. But the thing was, the location and time was just too perfect. Just as Russia lost its Czar, Ansgar has the perfect weapons! And Mongolia, where the lab, or whatever, used to be, is right underneath Russia! I just couldn't help myself!

BigMacAttack: Lol. I like your s/n. Anyway...Devvy, (as I'm going to call her now), has that hot Latina blood, (like me) so she gets angry easily.

MidnightGypsie: Thank you!!! (snuggles) You get 20 dollars Canadian! And a puppy! YAY!!!

Disclaimer: (monotone) I don't own the League. All I own is Ubel and Devvy.

"Why did he do that?" Devaki said angrily to Nemo after Skinner fled.

"Well, miss, it is just a habit," Nemo explained. "Like Mr. Sawyer said yesterday, he does it all the time."

"He better not do it again," she said, lying back down on her bed. "Goodnight, Mr. Nemo."

"Goodnight, Devaki," Nemo said. "If you have any more...problems, I'll be here in a minute." He then left the room, closing the door behind him.

Devaki snuggled under her covers, mumbling curses, and went to sleep.

The next day, Devaki met up with Skinner, to her extreme displeasure.

"'Ello, Devvy," he said merrily. "'Ow is your day going?"

"Didn't I say you are to call me 'Miss Gonzalo'?" she snapped, walking past him.

"Sorry, Devvy!" he said. Devaki growled in frustration, walking faster.

For the next few days, Devaki went out of her way to avoid Skinner. Whenever he did try to start a conversation, her back would stiffen, and she would walk away.

Skinner, who usually had a cheerful attitude, was getting his parade rained on from Devaki's behavior. Most of the time, whenever he played a prank on any of the League, they would (of course) yell at him, then forgive him. Well...somewhat. But Devaki was extremely stubborn. She just wouldn't forgive and forget.

"Bloody Hispanic," he mumbled one night after she blew him off again. Skinner was now ready to give up. He left to go joke around with Sawyer for a bit, and then go explore the massive ship until night fell, which was in a few hours. As he sulked around, trying to found Sawyer on the top deck, practicing his aiming, which was almost as good as Quatermain's now.

"Hey Skinner," Tom said over his shoulder, taking an aim at a floating buoy about a hundred meters away.

"'Ello, Sawyer," Skinner said casually, watching Tom fire at the buoy, blowing it up. "Nice shot."

"Thanks," Tom replied, starting to reload his gun. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Bored," Skinner said in a monotone. "Devvy sure isn't letting up."

"She's Latin, Skinner, what else do you expect?"

"Yeh, I know," he replied, shrugging.

"You like her, don't you?" Tom asked, grinning.

"Yeh, she has nice features," Skinner said.

"Only you, Skinner," Sawyer sniggered. "Only you."

"Wha' do you mean, 'only me'?" Skinner asked.

"Listen, you just don't get it," he replied, shaking his head. "Devaki is blind, right? She has no idea what she looks like! She doesn't care if you think she's beautiful."

"You might be right, Sawyer," Skinner said thoughtfully. He then smiled his distinctive devilish grin. "But I'm not like that."

Tom rolled his eyes, and went back to practicing his shooting skills. Skinner, taking it that he should leave, descended the stairs, and then wandered aimlessly around the ship.

After about an hour of boring, lethargic walking, he decided to try to talk to Devaki again.

As he approached Devaki's room, he saw the door was half open. He peaked in. Devaki was kneeling next to her bed, a rosary wrapped around her delicate hands. She had her head bowed, so Skinner guessed she was praying.

"Padre nuestro, que estás en el cielo," he heard her say. "Santificado sea tu nombre. Venga tu reino. Hágase tu voluntad en la tierra como en el cielo. Danos hoy nuestro pan de cada día. Perdona nuestras ofensas, como también nosotros perdonamos a los que nos ofenden. No nos dejes caer en tentación y líbranos del mal."

Not exactly being a religious man, he started to walk away...until he heard his name.

"El Señor, me ayuda por favor a perdonar Skinner. Que deseo... pero apenas no puedo. Por favor, ayuda," she said. Skinner, curiously, heard a pleading tone in her voice.

"Ponga por favor su mano confortante en mi padre. Será duro para él, estar sin mí..."

Skinner quickly backed away from her room. As he wandered back to his room, he wondered what she was saying about him. Was she asking a question? Was she cursing him? Or maybe she's in love with him...

"No way, that's stupid," Skinner mumbled to himself. "Why would a woman like that like a guy like me? Hell, she wouldn't even talk to me!"

On the contrary, Devaki wanted to forgive him. It was her stubborn pride that kept her from expressing this. She was actually quite fond of him, although whenever she remembered that first night, she still felt a twinge of annoyance.

Author's note: I know! Another short chapter. I hope I can get them longer later.