Crystal Nox: I will try and explain it. But first I came to come up with an explaination myself.

queerquail: Thanks I hope you like Tom's questions in this chapter.

Funyun: I hope these conventions are better. :-)

Discliamer: See chapter one.

Neimh led them into a large yet cosy library. A comforting fire crackled away in the grate. A small dark coffee table sat in the middle. Many papers and text books lay strewn on its glass top. Several inviting armchairs and a few sofas were dotted around the room. The League made themselves comfortable and yet they still looked awkward.

'Please help yourselves to books or there are today's newspapers on the table. But for now I have prep.'

Quatermain, Nemo and Dorian picked up papers. Jekyll and Mina poured over the shelf upon shelf of books. Skinner helped himself to a glass of port. Yet Sawyer just sat and looked at Neimh.

'Err Miss D'Arcy?'

'Agent Sawyer please call me Neimh.'

'If you will call me Tom,' He smiled and she nodded, 'Can I ask you some things?'

'Yes, of course.' She put her pen and books on the floor next to the dark green chair, tucked her feet under her body and looked at him with sparkling green eyes.

'First what is 'prep'?'

'Preparation work that a teacher will set us in a lesson to prepare for the next.'

'Oh, right. Also why do you were men's clothes.'

'Well women now wear men's clothes. Like trousers and shirts, shorts. But men do not wear women's clothes because, well I don't know why. I do find trousers so much more comfortable and I do wear skirts.'

'That little boy you sat with.'

'Jonathon?'

'Yes. Why did his shirt sleeves stop after the shoulder?'

'He was wearing a T-Shirt. It is a fashion that's been around for ages. They are very comfortable in the summer.'

'Thanks for clearing that up.'

'No problem now if you don't mind I must get on with my prep.'

And with that she untucked her legs, picked her books up and continued writing. They all sat in peace and quiet each one absorbed in their own activity. Neimh suddenly shut her book and turned to Skinner. 'How do you drink that much port without passing out?'

'It is a certain skill aquired by few special gentlemen.'

Neimh smiled, 'Indeed.' Then she started laughing, Sawyer joined in with her.

'What's so funny?' asked Skinner.

'You.' Laughed Tom and Neimh together.

'What is funny is what are on your feet.' Commented Mina.

Neimh looked at her and then at her feet.

'Well they are flip-flops.' A look of confusion crossed the Leagues faces. 'They are called that because as you walk they go 'flip-flop'. They're really comfortable.'

She smiled at the faces of confusion that belonged to the League. Just as Dorian was about to open his mouth and release another sarcastic comment the library's doors opened and Parker walked in. He bowed to the occupants of the room.

'Dinner is served madam.'

'Thank you Parker,' she turned to the League. 'Could you please follow me to the dining room?'

They all traipsed to the dining room. The cherry wood table was ladened with silver platters and they all sat down. Neimh sat and the head facing Quartermain. She wondered what he felt like being at the bottom of the table. It was clear from the way the League respected and looked up to him. His authority was unquestioned. As she ate the medium rare steak Emily had prepared for them she watched her ancestors.

Sawyer, no Tom. She had to remember to call him that, He looked so young and innocent, and she expected that that was what he did not want to be thought of as. Next to him sat Skinner. He was a puzzle, maybe he uses humour to cover up something else she thought. Across from him sat Mina. She was very beautiful yet there was something dark about her. Quatermain had mentioned her being a vampire. The poor thing, Neimh pitied her. She was not mortal. She would have to watch every mortal she ever loved grow old and die. But she loved Dorian and he too was immortal. They could grow old together separate from the normal world. He was handsome yet there was something about Dorian. Something she didn't like. Not one to dwell on dark thoughts her eyes moved on to the next person, Henry Jekyll. He always appeared nervous and agitated. He wasn't extremely handsome, but he was pleasing to the eye. On the inside, not Hyde, the must be a quite sweet man. Nemo always maintained a regal look. Throughout the introductions he didn't speak much and formed his own opinions. She respected him.

'Don't you agree Neimh?' said Nemo.

'Pardon?' Neimh shot out of her reverie.

'We were discussing what we should do when we arrive in our time.' Said Mina.

'Yes. We think that we should go to Africa. There we will be able to protect you.' Said Quatermain.

'I've never been to Africa. I agree with you. I do not wish to be a burden.'

'You aren't,' said Sawyer, 'we are your family and don't forget it.'

Neimh got up from the table and walked over to Sawyers seat. She kissed him on the cheek, 'Thank you.' She whispered into his ear. Hot salty tears began to slide down her face. She hastily tried to brush them away as she made her way back to her seat.

'Neimh?' asked Jekyll.

'I'm sorry, really I am. It's just since my mother died father blamed me for her death. He is always away on business. Well, at least that what he says, he has another house he stays in.'

'Forgive me if this is too bold. But why is your last name D'Arcy?'

'Oh, no it's not too bold. My father's parents were Elizabeth Skinner and Jim Sawyer. Forgive me for saying this but Father did not want to be thought of as American. So he changed mine and his names.'

'Why didn't he change your mothers?' asked a now interested Dorian.

'My Mother's parents were David Quatermain and Savarna Jekyll. Her parents wouldn't let Father change her name.'

'What were your parent's names?' asked Skinner.

'Keon Sawyer and Mariatu Quatermain. Their names are quite unique. Which would explain mine, which is Neimh Eris Savarna Wilhelmina D'Arcy?'

She smiled at Mina who returned it happily.

Maybe I will get used to my new family.

Another chapter done and dusted. Please review. I will update in a few days.