DISLAIMER: see chapter one.

LotRseer3350: Overcourse you can use my plot bunny, sweetie. Please do a better job of it than I have. I think i've cocked it up quite nicely. I know she seems a bit old fashioned but I am trying. I hope you enjoy this chapter. :-)

When the League had finally stopped laughing Jocelyn's face was scarlet.

'Seriously?' asked Skinner.

'Well I wouldn't just say that for the sake of it now, would I?' she icily replied.

'Good good, I'm not the only one.' He replied.

If they could have seen his face they would a seen a sheepish smile grow on his visage. Quatermain looked utterly impatient.

'So, who can dance?' he asked.

'I can.' Said Mina.

'I can fairly well.' Replied a smug Dorian.

'I can dance American style.' Grinned Tom.

'I can.' Piped up a shy Henry.

'Well the people who can shall have to teach Jocelyn.'

'Ugh.' Groaned Jocelyn.

Fabby, she thought, first they take me from my time and now I have to learn how to dance. How tacky! This sucks!

'Shall we go through to the music hall and start your lesson?' Mina asked.

'I guess I have no choice,' a thought struck her, 'Can I go change first?'

'Of course.' Mina waved her away.

Jocelyn left the table and walked back to her room.

All I want to do is sleep. But nooo. I have to dance.

She reached her room and flung open the armoire doors.

Now what the hell do I wear?

She settled on a dry lavender dress. A bit girly she knew but it would have to do. She brushed a knotty hair that had come free from the ponytail so she drew it up into a French plait. Deciding she looked presentable she made her way to the music room. Mina and Dorian were already there along with Jekyll and Tom. Quatermain sat at the window seat and Nemo had placed himself behind the grand piano. Several oil lamps were stationed around the room casting a dull orange light around the room as it steadily grew darker. They turned to her as she entered.

'Finally.' She heard Dorian mutter.

'Right,' started Mina, very business like, 'We shall start with a Waltz. Please partner Henry and stand in the middle of the floor.'

Jocelyn complied and she and Jekyll were awaiting further instructions.

Mina turned to Dorian and murmured in his ear.

'Right this is how you would stand.'

Dorian slid an arm round her waist and grasped her right hand with his left.

'Now this arm,' she touched Dorian's arm round her waist, 'should not be tight but loose. So can you please stand like this?'

Jekyll slipped a hand round her waist and held her hand. She smiled up at him and this seemed to boost his confidence.

'Now follow these steps.' Mina said.

She glanced at Nemo who began a slow romantic Waltz. She and Dorian began to slowly rotate. She let Dorian lead her. The music increased in pace and so did they.

God they rock, though Joss, How long have they been doing this together?

Then the music stopped and Dorian removed his hand from her waist but never let go of her hand. As he bowed to her she curtsied. Then she turned to Henry and Joss.

'Now it is your turn. Firstly remember this. Always let the male lead and curtsy to him. Now dance.'

She curtsied low to Henry and rose up. He grasped her hand and began turn move her. Jocelyn felt her feet move of the own accord as if she had done it for years. Henry seemed quite nervous so she whispered.

'You are a very good dancer, much better than me.'

He smiled graciously. The music grew to a dramatic climax. The music stopped as quickly as it had started. Jocelyn curtsied as Henry bowed. She turned to find Mina and Dorian smiling at her. Tom was grinning like a maniac.

'So was that okay?' asked Jocelyn.

'Very nice.' Said Mina.

'I am impressed.' Agreed Dorian.

Jesus Christ in jimjams, did he just compliment me, thought Joss.

They continued learning many dances some she hadn't even heard of and by the time they had finished Jocelyn was thoroughly exhausted. She collapsed in her bed fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning she woke just in time for breakfast. Deciding she wasn't going to wear a thick outfit like mother instead she pulled on a loose cotton dress in a pretty pink colour. She wore her hair in loose curls and made her way to the dining hall.

They ate their breakfast rather quietly as they were all slightly tired from last night but they wouldn't admit it. Most of the league retired to the library.

Jocelyn curled up in a large overstuffed armchair opposite her mother and father. Then she opened her diary. Pulling her legs closer under her she began to write;

'Dear Diary,

I know I haven't written for a couple of days but then again what are you gonna do 'bout it. I met this very gorge guy. His name was Alexander but I can't remember his last name. However, there is a dance tonight so maybe I can dance with him. God I don't even know what to wear. Maybe Mina can help. I think it is too weird to write mother in my diary. Anyway I've got to go.

Love (The girl who used to be Neimh D'Arcy) Jocelyn Gray.'

Jocelyn unfolded her legs and stood up. She felt the diary fell to the floor. The league looked up from their books.

'Sorry.' She muttered.

However, she left the book where it was and walked over to a shelf. She ran her fingers along the spines of the books. Finally she came across an unmarked book that captured her attention. She gently pulled it from its cosy place between Sense and Sensibility and Emma, both by Jane Austen. She then sat back down in her chair, it was only then she saw the title. Her mouth fell open. 'Dracula' was etched in gold lettering across the red leather front of the book. Deciding she would ask Mina about this later she returned the book and went over to where her diary lay face down. She knelt down and picked it up. She then straightened and turned to leave.

'Jocelyn?' asked Mina.

She spun round and faced her, 'yes?'

'Are you going back to your room?'

'Yes'

Mina stood up and walked towards her. As she approached Joss wondered if she had seen the book title.

'I need to see you.'

And with that she swept out of the room. Jocelyn glanced at Dorian who shrugged his shoulders. So she followed Mina, very nervously, to her cabin. Mina knelt next to a trunk and pulled out a brown package.

'Here.' She said handing it to her.

Jocelyn regarded it like it was a bomb.

'It won't bite.' Mina said laughing slightly.

She unwrapped the parcel. Out of the paper fell a gold heap of fabric.

'Lift it up.'

Jocelyn stood and the heap of fabric unfolded to become a long dress. It had a low yet proper neckline and it was made of gold satin with gold organza over the top. The sleeves were a translucent white organza and fell just past her elbows.(1)

'Thank you so much.'

'Well actually Dorian chose it.'

'Really?' He chose this, she thought, Whoa.

'Yes.'

Jocelyn handed her the dress and sped off to the library. She found the only people in there were Dorian and Quatermain. She walked up to Dorian and stood in front of him.

'Thank you,' she paused, 'father.'

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him.

'Thank you.' She whispered and walked back to her room.

She spent the rest of the day letting Mina brief her on every aspect of the upcoming dance.

By the time she was meant to get ready her stomach felt like a washing machine full of snakes.

A/N: (1) Think of the dress in Anastasia(1997) where she dances in the St. Petersburg palace with all the ghosts.

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