A/N: Here's chapter 5! I'm sorry it's taking me so long to update! I need prodding! I've got 10 and ½ chapters written down in my spiral! I just need motivation for getting them on the computer! AGG!

Chasten-chan – That's why I'm here! For your amusement!

Imzadi – You're a little Lindsey-obsessed aren't you? It's ok… ::cough:: Wait till… ::cough:: Chapter 7. ::cough:: Ahem, sorry. Frog in my throat. XD

Allen Pitt – I recently saw a made-for-TV movie with Patrick Swayze as Allan Quatermain. It was… um… different. Ah, yes, Mina's nifty abilities become an issue later.

TARilus – First up, when are you going to update "The One Where They Help Save The World"? Anyway… interesting? Is it a good interesting or a bad interesting?

JynX M – There's that "interesting" word again. Is yours a good interesting or a bad interesting?

schizomaniax – Actually, the movie people couldn't get the rights for H.G. Wells' invisible man, so they had to create someone totally different. Thus, Rodney Skinner came into being.

Raven Silvers – Well, thank you! Again, I'm here for your amusement!

elven-emma – Ack! No shouting at me! ::flinches::

Batdz Angel – Skinner and Spike are a terrible twosome, aren't they?

Lorne thought it was hard enough trying to keep himself from attracting attention… That was before he tried taking the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen shopping. They were little better than small children in a toy store. Everything was new, and begged to be looked at, or touched, or turned on, or what have you. Things became worse when they arrived at the shopping center… At least Wes and Fred had tagged along to try and keep everyone in check, though, so far, it wasn't working too well.

Dorian, of course, adamantly refused to dawn anything other than the most expensive suit he could lay hands on. Putting Skinner in anything with short sleeves was out of the question. Mina was shocked, to say the least, at the freedom of women's dress nowadays – Lorne was very thankful for Fred's presence when it came to that. To make matters worse, Lorne had no clue what he was going to do with Nemo and was very tempted to just leave him as is. The rest of the League was pretty passive, and thus easier to shop for.

"All right," Lorne declared, having finally gotten everyone's attention and gathered then just outside a large strip mall. "You three," he said, motioning to Tom, Jekyll and Quatermain. "Are going to be the easiest. We're going to get your stuff first. Q, you're with Wes… and Skinner, you are not going to sneak off to the women's dressing rooms."

Skinner stopped in mid-step. "Damn," he grumbled.

Tom chuckled. "Put your coat on, would you?" The gentleman thief grumbled some more about having his fun ruined as he pulled on his coat and applied the greasepaint to his face. Tom raised his eyebrows. "Glasses too," he said as though he were addressing a small child.

"Yes mother," Skinner said sarcastically. He pulled his glasses from his pocket and put them on.

Quatermain raised an eyebrow. "Mother?" He eyed Tom. "Don't tell me you've adopted Skinner."

Skinner groaned. "Don't tell me that was your attempt at humor."

"Skinner, shut up," Quatermain responded.

"Well, it's nice to see you haven't changed," Skinner commented dryly.

Lorne rolled his eyes. He was going to have nightmares about this shopping spree for weeks. "Would you hens stop clucking?" He said irritably. "Now come on, I want to get this over with… ASAP."

Henry Jekyll felt nothing like himself in the new ensemble he had currently donned. "You must fry in all those clothes," Lorne had told him. "Try this… it's very simple, plus you won't stick out like a sore thumb." As he stepped out of the dressing room, he longed for his old suit. He'd rather fry – at least he would feel awkward.

"Very nice, kiddo," Lorne said as Jekyll emerged. Jekyll glanced at him, then down at his new outfit. Lorne had stuck him in the simplest of everything in the store – a pair of blue jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of navy-striped Adidas. Jekyll missed his suit.

"Are you certain…?" He began, in hopes Lorne would change his mind. Jekyll was never one to outright argue with someone.

"Of course," Lorne said. "Go take a gander in that mirror over there."

Jekyll shook his head. "I'd rather not," he said courteously. "I don't believe it would do me much good anyway."

Lorne looked confused for a moment, then it clicked to him. "Oh, right! What good is looking in a mirror if you don't see yourself looking back, eh?"

"No good, I guess," Jekyll replied with a weak smile. He'd rather not see what Hyde looked like in this outfit anyway.

It was then that Sawyer came sauntering over. He, too was wearing a pair of jeans, but he seemed much more comfortable in them. He also wore a pair of tan-brown hiking boots and a white t-shirt, over which he donned his own shirt, but left the buttons undone and his sleeves were, as always, rolled up. "Whoa," he said upon noticing Jekyll. "You look like a completely different person."

"Believe me, I feel like a completely different person," Jekyll replied.

Tom raised his eyebrows. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Oh, quit whining!" Lorne interjected. "You look fine. Now, what should we do with the rest of your style challenged League members?"

"Style-challenged? I beg your pardon, but I happen to be very stylish!"

Lorne reeled around, dreading what he would see, or in this case, not see.

"So?" Skinner asked. "Am I stylish or what?"

"Surprisingly, you are," Lorne replied, eyebrows raised. Skinner was decked out in a pair of dark jeans, a black turtleneck sweater and a brand-new leather jacket.

"Thank you," Skinner said brightly.

"Right," Lorne said. "Let's get these paid for and see if we can hunt down the others."

The foursome arrived at the checkout counter and took a spot in line behind a very creepy-looking individual in an unusually large coat. Tom, Skinner and Jekyll exchanged glances. Something about that man looked downright suspicious. When the suspicious, creepy man reached the counter, the clerk looked him over and upon realizing he had nothing with him, she inquired, "Aren't you going to buy something, sir?"

"No," the man replied coolly, drawing forth a gun from the inside of his coat. He fired a shot into the air, and everyone jumped in surprise. "No one move," the gunman demanded.

"What kind of city is this?" Skinner asked Lorne in a harsh whisper.

The gunman reeled around and pointed his gun at Skinner. "No one even breathe," he threatened. It was then, the girl behind the counter moved to push the button to call security. It was a small movement, but the gunman caught it nonetheless. He whipped around and fired, hitting her square in the shoulder. She dropped to her knees in agony. "Now," the gunman hissed. "Don't make another move." The clerk struggled to her feet, only to collapse again.

Jekyll dashed for the counter. The gunman turned on him, "Where d'ya think you're going?" He demanded. Jekyll paused, then chose to ignore the question, and Hyde's pleas to rip this man apart, and knelt beside the fallen woman.

"It's all right," he told her softly. "I'm a doctor."

The gunman, however, was not through with Jekyll. "Hey! Get over here!"

"He's a doctor," Tom said harshly. "Let him do his job."

"Shut-up, pretty boy," the gunman spat, but he left Jekyll be nonetheless.

Tom raised his eyebrows. 'Pretty boy? Jerk.' He glanced back at Skinner – he was their best chance of getting out of this, seeing as Hyde was their only other option.

Creepy-gunman turned away briefly. "Sawyer," Skinner said quietly. "I need some time to get out of these blasted clothes." Tom nodded – he would have to create a distraction.

-Come on Henry, let me tear him apart!- Hyde growled, continuing his pleas because Jekyll could not respond without making a scene.

The doctor tried to keep his thoughts on his patient rather than Hyde's remarks, which was steadily growing harder. "I've done what I can," he told her hat last. She nodded, and managed a weak "Thank-you."

-Henry…- Hyde said slyly. -What sort of person just shoots someone in cold blood?-

With this remark, Jekyll couldn't stand listening to Hyde a moment longer. "If you could wield a gun, I'm certain you would," Jekyll replied harshly.

-I'm not the issue here,- Hyde said coolly. -­He is. Come on, admit it… you'd enjoy ripping him apart…-

"Be quiet Edward!"

The gunman and the entire group of hostages, save Sawyer and Skinner, where all frightfully intrigued with Jekyll and the conversation he was seemingly having with himself. Tom smiled – he wouldn't have to create a distraction, Jekyll was doing that for him. "Skinner," he whispered, but Skinner didn't need instructions – he was half out of his clothes already. 'He'd better hurry,' Tom thought. 'Before this guy shoots Jekyll, too…'

-Let me out Henry!- Hyde coaxed.

"No," Jekyll replied. "You are staying right where you are!"

"That enough!" The gunman roared, aiming his gun at Jekyll.

"Do you mind?" A seemingly disembodied voice asked. Skinner neatly plucked the gun from the man's hand and clocked him upside the head with it. "Night, night!" He said as he rendered the man senseless with a couple more blows.

-Damn,- Hyde grumbled, while Jekyll instantaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

Lorne merely stared at the scene in disbelief. "That's it," he declared. "From now on, I'm shopping online!"

A/N: Ok, this is kinda random, but I got Jekyll's outfit idea from watching the special features on the LXG DVD. On the Making Hyde [or Creating Hyde… I forget] featurette, Jason Flemyng is wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of Adidas. [At least I think they're Adidas.] So, there's my inspiration. Until chapter 6!