DISCLAIMER: See chapter one.

The people were screaming. Running. She couldn't understand them. The city was falling. FLASH. A building exploded. A car was stuck. FLASH. Bombs went off. Water was rushing everywhere. FLASH. A building explodes fire was everywhere. It was rushing through her blood. FLASH. A man was dying fast. His body rotted. A woman screamed. A man shot another. He fell into the snow.

Neimh screamed for all she was worth. She thrashed about; getting entangled in the covers. She could hear footsteps, running towards her. As she tried to free herself from the entangled covers she fell out of the bed and landed with a soft THUMP. The door slammed open and the entire League poured into the room. Neimh jumped up from the floor.

'What is the meaning of your insufferable screaming?' asked a very hacked off Dorian.

'What he means to say is, are you alright?' asked Sawyer giving Dorian an evil look.

Neimh lifted her hand and pointed accusingly at Dorian.

'You,' she stuttered, 'I saw you die. You rotted. Oh God. I'm mad. And you,' She looked at Sawyer, 'I saw you shoot a man, and the Nautilus sink and a city fall apart. Oh God . You must think I'm mad.'

'No, actually.' Said Quatermain. 'You're speaking the truth. That was our first mission.'

'But, but I saw you and him,' she pointed at Dorian, 'die.'

'Yes well he did. But they are both back.' Said Nemo.

'Now gentlemen please leave Neimh must get dressed for breakfast.'

Mina turned to the men. They all left. Mina shut the door behind them. She pulled out a brown package from behind her back.

'Now to get you dressed. Here.'

She unfolded a forest green skirt and bodice and a white shirt. Much to Neimh's dismay she also brought out a corset.

'Oh Mrs Harker, they're wonderful. But do I have to wear that.' She pointed at the corset.

Mina smiled, 'Yes, Now go change.'

Neimh walked behind a screen. Mina began calling instructions.

'Put the corset round your chest and hook it up at the top and bottom. Then come out here.'

Neimh came out and turned round and let Mina tighten the strings. She then went back behind the screen and put on the shirt and skirt. As she fastened up the bodices buttons, Mina called her.

'Could you come out, I need to do your hair.'

Neimh stepped out and sat at the vanity. Mina brushed her unruly hair. It went from quite messy to sleek. She had to admit it was nice having someone brush her hair for her. Mina tied it up in a loose bun.

'There.' she proclaimed, 'You are done.' She stepped back to admire her handiwork.

Neimh stood and looked at herself.

'Is that me?' she laughed.

'Right. I will go ahead to the dining hall and warn the men. You will follow me in about two minutes. Understood?'

'Yes.'

And with that she left the room. Neimh looked at the clock next to her bed. She sat for the ten minutes thinking how only a couple of days ago she was a normal girl in the 21st century. Now was living in her ancestor's time being sought after by a mad man. Finally two minutes had passed and she left the room and began the walk to the dining room. She passed several of Nemo's men who bowed. The two flanking the doors bowed and opened them. A silence descended on the room. Sawyer's jaw dropped. Mina mouthed perfect. Nemo bowed very regally. Quatermain and Jekyll smiled. Dorian however nodded and audibly whispered to Mina.

'Elle est loin de l'enfant que nous avons pris.'(1)

Neimh felt her hair change. It flew out of the bun and changed colour. It turned from red to midnight black and grew so it hung at her waist. Her eyes flashed red. The League gasped. She gave Dorian an evil look.

'Pour votre information, je suis venu ici de mon plein gré. Je n'étais pas comme vous mettez il a pris. Maintenant plaire ne me sous-estimer pas. Jugeotte.'(2)

Mina looked shocked. Dorian glared at her.

'Err Miss D'Arcy; Your hair has just changed.' Said Quatermain.

'Oh yes,' she shook her head and her hair changed back to normal, 'It only happens when I'm annoyed or angry.' She gave Dorian one final glare.

'Right. Anyway. To avoid unwelcome questions when we reach Africa we have devised a plan.'

'Go on.' Neimh seated herself at the table.

'Well, your new parents are going to be Mrs. Harker and Gray. I, your grandfather. Sawyer, Jekyll and Skinner, your uncles and Nemo will be a family friend. Any questions?'

'No.' she replied.

Well yes actually she did have a problem. She had a stuck up, pompous ass as a father.

'Unfortunately,' continued Quatermain, 'we must change your name. It will be Jocelyn Gray.'

The League looked at her expectantly.

'Um, isn't it a French name?' she asked.

'It was my mothers.' Said Dorian almost dazedly.

'Oh, I apologise Father.'

She pronounced 'Father' with difficulty. It felt strange. She could never respect him. She was however, pleased that Mina was her mother. She turned to Nemo.

'Captain, Could I please go up on deck. My head is feeling light.'

'Yes of course.'

Nemo offered her his arm and took her up on deck. They all knew that this girl was important in this struggle against this madman. All they could do was protect her.

A/N: For everyone who can't speek french the conversation was as follows:

Dorian: She is a far cry from the child we picked up.
Neimh: For your information, I came here of my free will. I was not as you put it picked up. Now please don't underestimate me. Savvy.

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