Sorry I couldn't update sooner! I actually had this all written out, but I wanted to wait until I had the next chapter typed up before I updated, but unfortunately, it didn't work out. Maybe by the time I get this posted I'll have started writing it.

Thanks for being patient, and I hope y'all enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: LXG belongs to Alan Moore, Kevin O'Neill, and a shit load of other people I can't be bothered mentioning. If you still want to sue me, go ahead. I'm poor.

To everyone who has reviewed this story so far, I thank you. Anyone who hasn't should be very ashamed. Don't worry too much though, there's still time. Not much though. Hurry up.

But if you flame, I'll write a sternly worded letter to your parents.

Sawyer Fan: Thank you! I kind of used the film as a guide for the fight scene, 'cause I really do suck at it. It was never really that important, because this story isn't really about that, but the film is, so I'll have to stick to that for a while. Glad you appreciated the humour I used from time to time!

Marcus Lazarus: The story's really more about how everyone would react to finding out the reason behind Tom joining the League, rather than any real romance story. Although, you never know, their relationship will be quite crucial to the plot as well, so we'll just have to see what happens. By the way, I think this chapter's longer, but you can never tell until you post it.

Cecily Marla Smith: Thank you for thesuggestion, I never thought of that. Thanks for the compliment about the fight scene, but as I've already admitted before, I was watching the film when I wrote that.

Wind-Sorceress-PlutoGlad you liked it......it's nice to get the recognition I deserve (not that I actually really deserve it, but whatever. Let's just keep pretending I do.)

Okay people, there's some cursing in this one – sorry if anyone gets offended. I've got an excuse though.thinks up an excuse....umm....it was writer's block. Yeah. That's it.

Tom Sawyer the Vampire Slayer

"Uhh.....think fast, Sawyer," Tom told himself.

"Boy. They told me European women had funny ways," he said aloud.

"Okay, I'm officially a loser," he thought.

Noticing that the vampire had a spot of blood around her mouth, he helpfully pointed it out.

"You missed a spot," he informed her, helpfully indicating exactly where it was.

"Excuse me," she replied. "And you are?"

"Special Agent Tom Sawyer. Of the American Secret Service," he replied, not unaware of the suspicion laced in with her words.

"Then America is aware of the problem?" the old man asked.

"No shit, Sherlock," Tom thought to himself, but to Quatermain, he replied, "If a war starts in Europe, how long will it take until crosses the Atlantic?"

Seeing the look of deep mistrust from the vampire, he wondered how he was going to get round that little setback. Nevertheless, he plunged on bravely.

"I followed you. I knocked out a straggler, and took his place."

"Very noble," Mr Gray told him, "but this is a private party, and you're not invited."

"Shit," thought Tom.

"Actually," the vampire interjected, "Dorian has declined. So we are one shy of a full deck."

"Okay, she might not object to me so much. That's good," the ever optimistic Tom thought.

Dorian would not be dismissed quite so easily, however.

"On the contrary," he replied, "the battle was just the spur I needed."

With a look at the lady, he added "That and the thrill of a friendship renewed."

"Oh great they have a history. Now I'll never get in."

He looked to each member of the League in turn. Except for that one guy, who'd disappeared. ((A.N) okay, I know Skinner had his make up andclothes on before this, but I couldn't resist putting that in.)

He had luck with Quatermain. He noticed him eyeing up his Winchester, and feeling an opportunity for entering the League, he passed over the rifle, praising the Lord for sending him Quatermain.

"Winchester." Quatermain told Tom, he didn't ask.

"That's right," Tom replied, praying to any God he could think of, that he could make a good impression on the old man.

"It's modified," he offered, "American style."

"American style shooting, too."

Hoping this was a joke, Tom smiled.

"Well, whatever it takes."

Hope began to course through his body.

"You like it?" he boldly began, "I brought two."

It was clearly a stroke of genius.

"You're in."

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The strange guy with the pale face had re-appeared (A.N/ Not really! Get it? He's invisible!). He asked Captain Nemo where they were going.

Nemo replied "Paris."

"Ooh," thought Tom. "The city of love. Good place to get close to the lady."

He had already decided how he was going to suss out the immortal. He was going to seduce her.

After all, he'd never had any trouble in that department before, had he?

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Nemo soon got pretty pissed off at him for calling his.....thing a boat. Of course, he didn't show that he was pissed. He stuck Tom as quite a stoic person.

Even Tom had to agree, it was pretty impressive. No boat he had ever seen surpassed it. And the fact that it travelled under water as well......

But he couldn't shake the thought that it looked like a canoe. Granted, a very big, spacious, impressive looking canoe......but a canoe nonetheless.

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(A.N/) Should I stop here? It seems as good a place as any.

Remember, each time you review, Shane West gets another film deal!

Probably.