Disclaimer: here we go, the second part of 'The Bodyguard', hope you all enjoy. This is set about four months after the movie. I don't own LXG, Tom Sawyer, Allan Quatermain, Mina Hawker, Skinner, Captain Nemo, Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde or anything else used in the fic, except Mr. Smith.

Cynthia, Ruby of the Rose:- Hope you stick with this one, as it will take a while to brainwash Tom...

Clez:- ah, you do not scare me with your big stick, for I have the.. uh.. pointy... stick... yes...

drowchild:- Tom would be so cool as the bad guy!

M J Rosemary:- Glad you're enjoying it!

Roz:- And here is more ;)

Ash De Brie:- NOOOOOOO!!! I need more of Springtime for LXG!

Naitriab:- Watching Angel? I don't know what you mean... *laughs nervously* I could write about someone else being kidnapped, but rest assured, all is not as it seems.

Please, please read this then leave a review telling me what you think!

The Bodyguard

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Part Two:- Anyone Can be Bought.

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The dimly lit streets of London didn't give Bhishma much light. He stood outside 'The Cat's Whiskers', one of the many pubs next to the London docks and pulled his coat more tightly around him. A little way behind him was slumped Tom Sawyer. Bhishma knew that there was little chance of anyone even taking a second look at the still body.

Most of the people who passed simply turned their noses up at what they thought was a passed out drunk. Though now many people passed 'The Cat's Whiskers', as it was in the more run down area of the London docks. The majority of people who passed were sailors, who cared little for a man who couldn't hold his drink. This had been one of the many reasons why Bhishma had suggested this place.

"I believe you have something for sale." A voice said calmly. Bhishma gave a violent start and turned to the man who had appeared next to him, trying to control his breathing.

"Ah, Mr. Smith." Bhishma said, bowing to the man, trying to ignore the sickness he could feel at the sight of the man. He slipped Tom's arm around his shoulder and guided the still sleeping agent around the back of the pub, to a wooden jetty. Bhishma gently placed Tom on the ground, his right hand hanging over the edge of the jetty towards the still water below.

"Where's my money?" Bhishma demanded. Mr. Smith smiled a tight smile and pulled out a thin, black briefcase.

"Here you have it, the rest of your money." Mr. Smith said in a cold voice. His voice sounded dead. Bhishma nervously looked around the shadows. A little way behind him a black... something moved slightly and crept closer.

"Wh-what are you going to do to him?" he asked. Mr. Smith made a motion with his hands, towards the open Thames.

"I'm afraid that is really nothing to do with you." Mr. Smith said as a high powered ship roared into view. Bhishma's eyes widened. Another it was not as nearly as impressive as the Nautilus, it was similar to the great sub in many ways. It had clearly been modified from the design of Nemo's own creation, though Bhishma had no idea how they had got the plans to the Nautilus. As the boat got closer Mr. Smith took a step nearer to Bhishma, who was standing between him and Tom Sawyer.

"My Boss is aware that this has been hard for you, betraying your friends, in particular your American friend. As such had has ordered me to give you a little extra." Smith said. Any doubts Bhishma might have had vanished at the mention of something extra. Though he hated to admit it, Bhishma needed money and needed it badly. He finally took the briefcase Smith had been holding out to him and opened it, greedily counting the money, to make sure every pound was there.

Smith smiled and reached inside his coat, pulling out a revolver. The gun fired once, then twice, hitting Bhishma right in the chest. The man was dead before he hit the ground, his hands still clutching some notes. Smith bent down, removing the money and placing it back in the briefcase.

"Mr. Big is very keen on loyalty. He is... disappointed that you broke the League's trust." Smith said, staring down at the body with disgust and something else on his face, something akin to hunger. He turned away from the body and gestured his sailors forward, pointing at the still form of Tom.

At that moment Mr. Hyde came crashing towards them, roaring, pure rage on his features. As he bounded towards the sailors, his arm caught Tom's side. The force knocked the American Agent off the weak, wooden jetty and into the cold water below.

Neither Hyde or Smith noticed this.

"Stun him only!" Yelled Smith. "Mr. Big needs him alive for later." The Sailors all brought up there weapons and fired, the shoots ringing out loud. Hyde simply grunted as a tranquilizer dart hit his thick skin, taking all the shoots that were sent at him, absorbing them as if he was a sponge. He gave another roar and stepped closer, grinning as he realized some of Smith's sailors were scared of the towering monster that now loomed above them.

Mr. Hyde roared again.

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Mina landed a few feet away from Captain Nemo, her face perfectly composed. She brushed her hair away from her face with her hands, carefully removing all traces of blood.

"Am I late?" she asked, her cool gaze fixed on Nemo. The Indian looked surprised at her comment.

"You are the first to return." he answered. Mina froze, her hand in mid-stoke and stared at him in worry. Then she spun on her heel and marched back into the city, trying to pick up either Tom's or Hyde's scent. Nemo followed, a few of his men close behind.

Without any pause Mina walked back to where she and Tom had parted ways. She shut her eyes and sniffed the air, before following the path Tom had taken. By this time Nemo and his sailors had caught up with her. There was silence.

"Sawyer met someone here... one of your sailors I believe. That man who seems to have been spending a lot of time with Sawyer." She sniffed the air, a slight frown marring her features.

"The two turned this way, away from the Nautilus." she said, taking the same fork Bhishma had taken. Mina moved more slowly this time, stopping every few paces to sniff the air, as if to reassure her self that they were indeed going the right way. She seemed unsure of the route, as if something was disturbing her.

"There is something odd here." Mina muttered, more to herself than to Nemo. They were standing across the road from some dingy pub, the Thames lapping quietly at the back. As they stood there, Mina debating about where to go next, a roar could be heard.

"Hyde." Nemo gasped, as the roar came again and again. He ran across the road, his sailors a pace or two behind. Mina stood on the pavement torn between joining them or not. There was something over there, something dark, something new.

It scared Mina.

However Hyde roared again, and this time Mina knew that whatever was lurking in the darkness was something she would have to face anyway. Taking a deep, un-needed breath, Mina left the pavement and ran towards the back of the pub, feeling her face change as she did so.

When she reached the jetty Nemo and his men were already firing on Smith's sailors. Smith gave a scream of rage and anger.

"You fools!" he yelled, as the last of his men scattered, seeing the Vampire form of Mina. "You sniveling, pathetic fools." He took a step backwards as he suddenly realized he was alone and facing three very annoyed members of the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

To everyone's surprise he suddenly broke in a grin, the smile twisting his face.

"Next time my friends. Next time my Boss will have a little surprise for you." Smith pulled the revolver from his pocket and fired it, hitting Hyde on the arm. The beast roared, only this time, it was a roar of pain.

He staggered backwards, crushing one of Nemo's men as he went. Hyde roared again, this time as his potion wore off. The next second Jekyll was lying on the ground, screaming in agony. His screams faded to whimpers as the drugs - which hadn't had any effect on his alter-ego Hyde - dulled his senses, calling him to the darkness.

Smith smiled again, showing a lot of white teeth. He turned and ran towards his ship, his feet slapping on the wood as he went. Nemo raised his own gun and fired. The bullet hit it's target, sending Smith to the ground.

"Well done Captain." Mina said. "However, in reflection, perhaps it would have been better to not, have shot our only means of information through the head." She stopped and titled her head at Nemo.

"Just a thought." she said.

"Fools..." a low voice said, making the hair on Nemo's arm stand on end. What happened next was something out of a horror novel. Smith climbed to his feet, the back of his head blown clear away. He placed a hand on the large gaping hole, then reached inside, pulling out the bullet.

The metal hit the wood with a tiny clink. As the League watched, the wound on Smith's head began to heal, skin and hair re-growing at an unbelievable rate, until, after only a few seconds, it was as if Smith had never been shoot. He began to run again, jumping the reaming distance between himself and his ship.

Instantly the ship powered up, pulling away the dock and the stunned League. Smith stood by the door to his ship and gave them all a mocking wave before fading into the darkness.

"Dr. Jekyll!" Mina called, moving over to the injured Doctor. His eyes were open, but unseeing, jerking slightly, his hands dancing in the air randomly. Nemo hurried over, pausing for a moment to look at the dead form of Bhishma.

"Bhishma is dead." he called out, knowing there was nothing he could do for his sailor. "What madness drove both him and Sawyer to this place?" he asked the air. His sentence seemed to remand him of something.

"Madam Mina, can you trace Agent Sawyer?" he asked, reaching Jekyll, his strong hands reaching down and pulling the man to his feet. Mina looked at him, a dark and foreboding look in her eyes.

"I cannot. His scent vanishes..." she looked at the last bit of wood that she knew he had been on. "I do not know where he went." she finished.

"We cannot linger here for him, we must get Dr. Jekyll to the Nautilus as fast as possible." Nemo said. Mina nodded and turned away from Jekyll, letting Nemo and his sailors do the work. She stared out into the dark Thames and sighed.

"Madam Mina!" Nemo called. "We must leave now." he said. Mina turned back to Nemo and followed him as the group headed back to the Nautilus, Bhishma's body being placed in the river, along with the other dead sailor.

Under the jetty, the Thames was thick with rubbish and slime. A lone hat floated above the slime, a marker for what ever rested below it.

TBC...

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