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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004
March 15th, 2004 17:55
After about forty minutes of driving, Bond stopped his car outside a house. As he and the Doctor got out of the car, the Doctor quickly ran an inquisitive eye over the house in front of him. It didn't look like much at first glance; two stories, about two large windows on either side of the front door, the same on the upper floor with a smaller window above the door itself, and the stonework was all grey in colour. Overall, it didn't give the impression of being the home of anyone extraordinary, male or female.
Then again, the Doctor reminded himself, he'd often met opponents who hid themselves in some very unlikely places. Azal and the church at Devil's End sprang to mind immediately, as did the Ten-Strong on that old asteroid.
"Well, it seems a pleasant enough place," he smiled, glancing over at the spy.
"He deserves it," Bond replied. "The man we're here to recruit had a very traumatic childhood; parents killed, godfather in jail-"
"Legal guardians don't like him, no clue as to what he really is, I know all that from the file," the Doctor put in dismissively. "Still, it would appear to be a very accurate opinion, saying he deserves a place like this."
"It's just a pity we have to take it all away form him for the moment," Bond sighed, as he went to the door and rang the bell.
The door was opened by a young woman, not much older than twenty, the Doctor estimated. She had brilliant red hair, some small freckles around her nose, chocolate-brown eyes, and a small birthmark above her lip. She looked at the two men on her doorstep curiously.
"Who are you?" she asked curiously.
"Miss Virginia Weasley?" Bond asked. "Commonly known as Ginny?"
"I am," Ginny replied, puzzled.
"My name is James Bond, and this is my colleague..." Bond asked, indicating the Doctor, uncertain what to say. The Doctor understood; it didn't really make sense to say 'This is my friend and colleague, the Doctor'.
"Smith," he said, smiling and stepping forward to shake Ginny's hand. "Doctor John Smith. We're here to speak to Mr Harry Potter."
"About what?" Ginny asked, looking very defensive all of a sudden.
"We're from the British Government," Bond explained. "We're interested in enlisting his services in dealing with a crisis that is definitely not an easy situation."
"Really," Ginny said, as she opened the door of the house. "Well, come in, then. I'll just nip up and get him. The sitting room's over there, by the way," she added, pointing to a door to her left before turning around and heading up the stairs.
Shrugging, Bond and the Doctor walked into the room and sat down in one of the sofas in the room. A second sofa was just opposite them, so it would be easy enough to talk to Harry and Ginny when they got back down.
After waiting for only a few minutes, Ginny came into the room followed by a young man about a year older then she was. He was about a couple of inches taller than Ginny, had messy black hair, piercing green eyes, and a small scar on his forehead shaped like a bolt of lightning. He was wearing a blue-and-white checked shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of glasses.
"Mr Harry Potter?" Bond asked, as he and the Doctor stood up and shook the man's hand.
"Yes, that's me," Harry replied, shaking their hands before he sat down on the sofa with Ginny. "So, what exactly does the government want from me?"
"Your services as a wizard are one thing," the Doctor grinned. "Plus, with your unique history, you've got access to all kinds of knowledge that others don't."
Harry and Ginny's jaws dropped.
"You... you know?" Harry gasped, barely able to believe it.
"Well, the British Government has been aware of the existence of the magical world for some time now," Bond explained, as he sat back in the chair in a very casual manner. "It's simply that it was felt by the Ministry of Magic that, if they alerted certain discreet Government officials to the existence of your world, it would be easier to stop any unwanted investigations into certain things."
"Oh like the murders committed by... um, do You-Know-Who, or did the files not mention that?" Ginny asked, looking curiously at Bond.
"Oh, Voldemort?" the Doctor asked casually, just missing the brief twinge on Ginny's face. "Yes, we know about him- and about you defeated him," he added, turning back to face Harry. "That's the main reason we're contacting you rather than anyone else in the wizarding world; you're very good at doing what you do."
"The most basic reason is that you're the most powerful wizard we've been able to track down, but we'd probably have gone for you even if we had been able to find some of the others," Bond said. "So, will you join us?"
Harry sat in the chair and thought for a couple of minutes. Then he sat up and looked at Bond. "I'll do it," he said. "It'll be good to get out and about again. However, I just have one request."
"Name it," the Doctor replied.
"I'm sure you've already got a full list of your members, so I won't ask for it to be full-time," Harry said. "However, I'd like Ginny to be on a list of reserve members for our team, in the event of a really large problem occurring. Quite frankly, her love and support would benefit us all."
Ginny smiled and kissed Harry briefly on the lips.
Bond and the Doctor looked over at each other, and nodded. Bond turned back to the couple.
"Agreed," he said. "Mr Potter, get packing; time's wasting, and we have to get going."
"Back in a mo," Harry said, as he and Ginny got off the sofa and hurried upstairs, leaving Bond and the Doctor to walk out of the sitting room and out to the hall.
After waiting for only a few minutes, Harry finally joined the two of them at the door, dragging a large trunk behind him and carrying a broomstick under one arm. He dumped the stuff down on the ground, and then turned around kissed Ginny.
"I'll be back," he said, as they parted. "Trust me."
"You'd better be," Ginny replied. "Or, so help me, I'll find some way up to heaven and I'll beat you senseless."
"I'll be sure to stay alive, then," Harry grinned. Then he picked up his trunk and broom and headed off down to Bond's car with his new teammates. They then drove off, Harry waving goodbye to Ginny before she vanished from view.
*****
After half an hour's driving, Bond stopped the car right outside the large white form that had once been known as the Millennium Dome.
"What are we doing here?" Harry asked, as he and the Doctor got out of the car.
"All our other members are located in America," Bond explained, as he shut and locked his car. "I've been told that, with you two recruited, I was to come here and use this transmitter." He pulled out the transmitter and pushed the button on it as the three of them walked towards the bank of the Thames.
Just as they reached the bank, a massive form rose up majestically out of the water. It was a submarine, but far larger than anything that any of the three people had seen before, stretching for what almost seemed to be a mile from end to end. It was a brilliant white in colour, with some silver in places and a black viewing tower on the top.
"Wow..." Harry said simply, as the submarine stopped rising. A door in front of them dropped down, and an old man walked out of it. The man in question had on a dark blue suit, with a dark red tie and a light blue shirt on underneath, along with a small grey moustache.
"Ah, 007, you're here at last," the man said, shaking the spy's hand.
"Good to see you, Q," Bond replied, before looking over at the submarine. "And what is this thing, anyway?"
"The Nautilus, 007," Q explained, as he turned back to face the submarine. "It was the regular means of transport for the original League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, invented by their scientist, Captain Nemo."
"Wait a minute," the Doctor said, butting in. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but the original League was formed over a century ago. How can the Nautilus have survived?"
"We've made some modifications to it over the years," Q explained, looking back at his fellow scientist. (Admittedly, an alien scientist.) "It's not quite the ship it was back then. It's far more advanced, and still the most incredible ship in the world."
"So, this is going to be our home in this team?" Harry said, looking it over. "I'll say this; it's certainly interesting."
"Yes, well, praise is going to have to wait," Q said. "Time is not in your favour, gentlemen. You've got only a few days to get to America and find your six teammates. Several cars have been loaded on already- oh, along with your TARDIS and Bessie," he said to the Doctor, who nodded in thanks, "And you've got a stack of weaponry loaded as well. Good luck."
Then he turned around and walked away, leaving the three of them standing on the bank.
Eventually, Bond shrugged and started to walk towards the Nautilus, followed closely by the Doctor and Harry.
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The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004
March 15th, 2004 17:55
After about forty minutes of driving, Bond stopped his car outside a house. As he and the Doctor got out of the car, the Doctor quickly ran an inquisitive eye over the house in front of him. It didn't look like much at first glance; two stories, about two large windows on either side of the front door, the same on the upper floor with a smaller window above the door itself, and the stonework was all grey in colour. Overall, it didn't give the impression of being the home of anyone extraordinary, male or female.
Then again, the Doctor reminded himself, he'd often met opponents who hid themselves in some very unlikely places. Azal and the church at Devil's End sprang to mind immediately, as did the Ten-Strong on that old asteroid.
"Well, it seems a pleasant enough place," he smiled, glancing over at the spy.
"He deserves it," Bond replied. "The man we're here to recruit had a very traumatic childhood; parents killed, godfather in jail-"
"Legal guardians don't like him, no clue as to what he really is, I know all that from the file," the Doctor put in dismissively. "Still, it would appear to be a very accurate opinion, saying he deserves a place like this."
"It's just a pity we have to take it all away form him for the moment," Bond sighed, as he went to the door and rang the bell.
The door was opened by a young woman, not much older than twenty, the Doctor estimated. She had brilliant red hair, some small freckles around her nose, chocolate-brown eyes, and a small birthmark above her lip. She looked at the two men on her doorstep curiously.
"Who are you?" she asked curiously.
"Miss Virginia Weasley?" Bond asked. "Commonly known as Ginny?"
"I am," Ginny replied, puzzled.
"My name is James Bond, and this is my colleague..." Bond asked, indicating the Doctor, uncertain what to say. The Doctor understood; it didn't really make sense to say 'This is my friend and colleague, the Doctor'.
"Smith," he said, smiling and stepping forward to shake Ginny's hand. "Doctor John Smith. We're here to speak to Mr Harry Potter."
"About what?" Ginny asked, looking very defensive all of a sudden.
"We're from the British Government," Bond explained. "We're interested in enlisting his services in dealing with a crisis that is definitely not an easy situation."
"Really," Ginny said, as she opened the door of the house. "Well, come in, then. I'll just nip up and get him. The sitting room's over there, by the way," she added, pointing to a door to her left before turning around and heading up the stairs.
Shrugging, Bond and the Doctor walked into the room and sat down in one of the sofas in the room. A second sofa was just opposite them, so it would be easy enough to talk to Harry and Ginny when they got back down.
After waiting for only a few minutes, Ginny came into the room followed by a young man about a year older then she was. He was about a couple of inches taller than Ginny, had messy black hair, piercing green eyes, and a small scar on his forehead shaped like a bolt of lightning. He was wearing a blue-and-white checked shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of glasses.
"Mr Harry Potter?" Bond asked, as he and the Doctor stood up and shook the man's hand.
"Yes, that's me," Harry replied, shaking their hands before he sat down on the sofa with Ginny. "So, what exactly does the government want from me?"
"Your services as a wizard are one thing," the Doctor grinned. "Plus, with your unique history, you've got access to all kinds of knowledge that others don't."
Harry and Ginny's jaws dropped.
"You... you know?" Harry gasped, barely able to believe it.
"Well, the British Government has been aware of the existence of the magical world for some time now," Bond explained, as he sat back in the chair in a very casual manner. "It's simply that it was felt by the Ministry of Magic that, if they alerted certain discreet Government officials to the existence of your world, it would be easier to stop any unwanted investigations into certain things."
"Oh like the murders committed by... um, do You-Know-Who, or did the files not mention that?" Ginny asked, looking curiously at Bond.
"Oh, Voldemort?" the Doctor asked casually, just missing the brief twinge on Ginny's face. "Yes, we know about him- and about you defeated him," he added, turning back to face Harry. "That's the main reason we're contacting you rather than anyone else in the wizarding world; you're very good at doing what you do."
"The most basic reason is that you're the most powerful wizard we've been able to track down, but we'd probably have gone for you even if we had been able to find some of the others," Bond said. "So, will you join us?"
Harry sat in the chair and thought for a couple of minutes. Then he sat up and looked at Bond. "I'll do it," he said. "It'll be good to get out and about again. However, I just have one request."
"Name it," the Doctor replied.
"I'm sure you've already got a full list of your members, so I won't ask for it to be full-time," Harry said. "However, I'd like Ginny to be on a list of reserve members for our team, in the event of a really large problem occurring. Quite frankly, her love and support would benefit us all."
Ginny smiled and kissed Harry briefly on the lips.
Bond and the Doctor looked over at each other, and nodded. Bond turned back to the couple.
"Agreed," he said. "Mr Potter, get packing; time's wasting, and we have to get going."
"Back in a mo," Harry said, as he and Ginny got off the sofa and hurried upstairs, leaving Bond and the Doctor to walk out of the sitting room and out to the hall.
After waiting for only a few minutes, Harry finally joined the two of them at the door, dragging a large trunk behind him and carrying a broomstick under one arm. He dumped the stuff down on the ground, and then turned around kissed Ginny.
"I'll be back," he said, as they parted. "Trust me."
"You'd better be," Ginny replied. "Or, so help me, I'll find some way up to heaven and I'll beat you senseless."
"I'll be sure to stay alive, then," Harry grinned. Then he picked up his trunk and broom and headed off down to Bond's car with his new teammates. They then drove off, Harry waving goodbye to Ginny before she vanished from view.
*****
After half an hour's driving, Bond stopped the car right outside the large white form that had once been known as the Millennium Dome.
"What are we doing here?" Harry asked, as he and the Doctor got out of the car.
"All our other members are located in America," Bond explained, as he shut and locked his car. "I've been told that, with you two recruited, I was to come here and use this transmitter." He pulled out the transmitter and pushed the button on it as the three of them walked towards the bank of the Thames.
Just as they reached the bank, a massive form rose up majestically out of the water. It was a submarine, but far larger than anything that any of the three people had seen before, stretching for what almost seemed to be a mile from end to end. It was a brilliant white in colour, with some silver in places and a black viewing tower on the top.
"Wow..." Harry said simply, as the submarine stopped rising. A door in front of them dropped down, and an old man walked out of it. The man in question had on a dark blue suit, with a dark red tie and a light blue shirt on underneath, along with a small grey moustache.
"Ah, 007, you're here at last," the man said, shaking the spy's hand.
"Good to see you, Q," Bond replied, before looking over at the submarine. "And what is this thing, anyway?"
"The Nautilus, 007," Q explained, as he turned back to face the submarine. "It was the regular means of transport for the original League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, invented by their scientist, Captain Nemo."
"Wait a minute," the Doctor said, butting in. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but the original League was formed over a century ago. How can the Nautilus have survived?"
"We've made some modifications to it over the years," Q explained, looking back at his fellow scientist. (Admittedly, an alien scientist.) "It's not quite the ship it was back then. It's far more advanced, and still the most incredible ship in the world."
"So, this is going to be our home in this team?" Harry said, looking it over. "I'll say this; it's certainly interesting."
"Yes, well, praise is going to have to wait," Q said. "Time is not in your favour, gentlemen. You've got only a few days to get to America and find your six teammates. Several cars have been loaded on already- oh, along with your TARDIS and Bessie," he said to the Doctor, who nodded in thanks, "And you've got a stack of weaponry loaded as well. Good luck."
Then he turned around and walked away, leaving the three of them standing on the bank.
Eventually, Bond shrugged and started to walk towards the Nautilus, followed closely by the Doctor and Harry.