Disclaimer: None of the League here are mine, and Eilidh and Fiona belong to themselves and their names are used here with their permission. The same applies for Sarah and Jeremy Nivern (Although Sarah's the only one of the two I like), Kate, and Gash.

Feedback: Much appreciated

Hiril Moon: Glad you liked my choices for the Anti-League, although I'm not calling that; I'm calling them 'The Syndicate of Remarkable Criminals'. OH, and regards to the Invisible Woman, it's Kate; you remember, she spied on Fiona and Eilidh when they were in the Las Vegas Police Department?

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004

As the vampire and the wizard lunged towards them, Kate found herself smiling as she looked at them. Even if they managed to handle Malfoy and Drusilla in battle, it still left her free to even up the odds for her new associates any way she could...

Then she was hit by something she couldn't see, and things just got that much worse.

She cursed for her bad luck; why the hell had Im Ho Tep sent them to blow up this building? Not only did she not even know the other two, but they had ended up taking the only three League members who were pretty much their equals!

A part of her wondered if Im Ho Tep had known the League would send these members to this location...

Then she was hit in the chest and knocked back slightly. She almost fell down the stairs, but she managed to regain her balance just in time.

Standing up, Kate shrugged her coat off, leaving her totally invisible once again. She smiled a little as she listened, trying to pick out the sounds of feet.

She heard something.

Spinning around, she swung her fist in that direction, and was rewarded with a slight grunt as she struck something.

Kate smiled as she looked over in that direction. "Well well... Miss Brand, I take it?" she asked, allowing herself a little smirk as she looked down. "I'm prepared to bet you weren't expecting me to actually be able to hit you?"

There was a slight grunting sound, and then Kate heard a sound like someone getting to their feet after falling down in an accident.

"So," a voice said from right in front of her, "I take it that Edward Hyde is not the only member of the original League whose powers can be duplicated by your boss?"

Kate grinned. "Exactly. Of course, there are certain advantages I have over Skinner; my clothes being invisible as well, for one thing."

"Ah," Brand said, sounding slightly curious. Then she spoke again, her voice sounding far more professional all of a sudden. "Of course, I assume you're aware of my extras?"

"Huh?" Kate asked.

Brand didn't reply. Instead, Kate felt something connect with her right cheekbone, and found herself spiralling briefly through the air before landing on top of her coat.

"Namely, my being almost invulnerable to many traditional forms of harm?" Kate heard someone say. "Still care to try and take me on?"

Kate growled, leapt back up, and stared at where she thought the other invisible woman was.

"Hit me."

As the brown coat flew past him, Harry smiled; at least he wouldn't have to worry about getting tackled by a rouge invisible woman. He didn't know Fiona all that well yet, but he had complete confidence that she'd manage to keep her foe occupied, even if she couldn't see her.

Looking over at Malfoy, he found himself hoping his fight would go as well as hers, but shook the thought off; if he started worrying that he was going to lose, he would lose. It was one of the first lessons he'd learned from the real Mad-Eye Moody, and he always kept it in mind.

Instead, he pulled his wand and pointed it at Malfoy, who had already grabbed his and was pointing it at Harry.

Harry smirked. "So, Malfoy, this is what you've come to? Working for some second-rate crime lord with no obvious plan beyond killing people? Is there any particular reason for your over-inflated ego actually accepting anyone as your boss?"

Malfoy glared at him. "Don't talk to me like that, Potter," he said. "I play toady to Im Ho Tep only because it suits my purpose. Once I've got enough cash from him, I'm out of here."

Harry chuckled a little as he shook his head. "Still the same old Malfoy, huh?" he said mockingly. "Can't get anywhere without someone else giving him a leg-up? What the hell makes you think you'll manage on your own?"

"Simple, Potter," Malfoy replied. "Because, unlike some people, my blood can only be traced back through the lines of witches and wizards, going back through our line all the way to-"

"Oh, shut up!" Harry said, pointing his wand directly at Malfoy's chest. "Baccio Malfoy!" he yelled.

Malfoy flew back several feet at once, tearing through the door to the stairs down and brushing past something that Harry couldn't see before stopping in the middle of the steps, at the point where they turned around to go down to the next floor.

(A.N. The spell Harry just used is meant to be the Banishing Charm; I don't know what the incantation for it is in the books, if they even mention it, so I'm just making up my own one.)

Harry smiled a little before tearing out of the door, vaguely hearing the sounds of Fiona's scuffle with the other invisible woman as he walked across the landing. He hoped that things went well for Fiona; she may have been practically invulnerable when she was invisible, but she could still get tired in a fight.

Then he was facing Malfoy, and he had no time to think about that.

All he could think about was what spell to use next on his rival, and hope that the next spell he tried wouldn't be the last one he'd ever use.

As Fiona and Harry dived out of the room with their respective opponents, Angel looked over at where Drusilla was standing, her arms spread out in a combat stance that he recognised.

Angelus had taught her that very stance shortly after he'd sired her.

Drusilla smiled at him. "Recognise this little thing, Daddy?" she said, like a woman who'd found her first dress when she'd been a child.

"Yeah, I do," Angel said, as he adopted a similar stance. "Oh, and don't call me 'Daddy', Dru; Angelus is gone now. I'm him in appearance, and that's about it."

Drusilla looked at Angel, head cocked to one side like a child looking at something she couldn't quite identify. Then her expression changed, going from quizzical to horror.

"Daddy's gone?" she asked. "But Mr Tep promised he'd be on our team!"

"'Mr Tep'? Drusilla, Angelus raised you better than that, surely; don't believe anything someone tells you if he doesn't even give you his real name," Angel said, as the two of them started to circle around the floor. "And don't plead ignorance; I learned about Im Ho Tep from information you and Spike found out in the century after I was cursed, and I doubt you've forgotten it already."

The smoke wasn't posing a problem to Drusilla, due to her not needing to breath, and Angel noted with some relief that his system was already starting to adapt to the smoke.

Now, all he needed to do was lure her out of the building, or at least down to where he'd have more room to manoeuvre in a fight.

He quickly raced over his options. Having trained Drusilla, it seemed fairly easy to work out what her next move could be, but her insanity made it a bit more difficult than it would have been if he'd been facing... Penn, for example.

Coupled with the fact that Drusilla had spent almost a century without him after he'd regained his soul, there was no guarantee he'd manage to beat her by outmanoeuvring her.

He'd just have to use his second advantage; namely, his greater physical strength in a showdown.

He made his decision in a second.

He charged towards Drusilla, one hand in front of him clenched into a fist as though he intended to punch her with it. Drusilla sidestepped the fist, grabbing it as it hurtled past her...

And Angel struck her chest with his other hand.

The force of the punch knocked Drusilla back a couple of inches, but didn't do much else. Still, as far as Angel was concerned, since he was dealing with a nearly 200-year-old vampire, it was a fairly good amount of damage to do on the first punch.

Before she could recover her senses, Angel had grabbed her arm, performed a complicated little trick that he'd learned from the Doctor while on the Nautilus, and threw Drusilla out of the door. Just before she hit the two invisible women, who appeared to be lashing out blindly whenever they heard the slightest sound, she regained her balance and leapt right over their heads, landing on the floor just below.

Swearing, Angel ran for the door and leapt over the two invisible women, sparing a second to deliver a punch to the second invisible woman, remembering that he could barely hear Fiona's heartbeat due to her stronger skin. Then he leapt over the banister, landing just a couple of feet away from Drusilla. Spinning around to face each other, the two vampires began to exchange blows, each one only narrowly managing to block a punch from the other.

Fiona groaned a little as she jumped back from the sound of another punch from her opponent. Quite frankly, whoever this woman was, she did not know when to give up.

In a fit of desperation, Fiona launched out with a spinning kick, which, miracle of miracles, struck something. It knocked her invisible foe off- balance, sending her stumbling back towards a wall that had been partly charred by the fire...

And she got covered with hot ash.

"AARRGGHH!!" Kate screamed, as her shirt and trousers caught fire from the embers she'd just backed into.

She heard a slight chuckle from her opponent.

"I can seeeeeeee you..." Brand said, mockingly.

Then Kate found herself getting picked up, hauled into the air, and thrown down the stairs.

The last thing she saw was the back of that white-haired wizard, what was his name again...?

Then she hit him, and everything went black.

As Malfoy collapsed on the ground in a heap, with a slightly smoking unseen form on top of him, Harry glanced up the steps in the direction that the object had come from. He smiled with relief when he saw Fiona shimmer into being from her invisible state.

"Thanks for the save," he said.

Fiona shrugged as she walked down the stairs to join him. "That's what the League's all about," she said. "Teamwork. And speaking of which..."

The two of them looked down at the next floor, where Angel was still slugging it out with Drusilla. So far, neither of them had actually hit the other; Drusilla was fast enough to block Angel's blows before he could launch them, now that he'd lost the element of surprise, and Angel almost seemed able to predict Drusilla's moves, his arms moving into just the right place to block the blows before they hit.

Fiona looked over at Harry. "Will your spells work on a vampire?" she asked

Harry pulled out his wand, looked at it thoughtfully for a minute, and then nodded.

"It won't take her down for long, but this should give us the time we need to rejoin the others," he said. Then a thought occurred to him. "Just a moment..." he said, looking over at Malfoy.

Putting his wand down, he pulled the invisible woman off Malfoy, turned the wizard over, and began to check through his rival's pockets.

"What are you doing?" Fiona hissed from beside him.

"If I know Malfoy, there's no way he would agree to something like this unless he had a definite guarantee he'd get money out of this," Harry replied. "Therefore... a-ha!" he cried, pulling a piece of paper out of Malfoy's pocket.

"What's that?" Fiona asked, try and failing to look at the piece of paper over Harry's shoulder.

"A password and instructions for accessing a numbered bank account in Zurich, commonly used by a 'Hawley Griffin'," Harry said, slipping it into his pocket. "If nothing else, it gives us something to start with once we're done here."

Fiona nodded. "Let's go," she said, as she shimmered into invisibility again.

"You're good, Angel," Drusilla commented, as she and Angel continued to exchange blows, each one of which was parried at the last moment. "I'm surprised; Miss Edith and I didn't think you'd ever manage to live without my daddy in you."

"Well, believe me; I manage," Angel replied, as he backed away from her as he tried to think of another option. The blow-trading thing wasn't working; they were too evenly matched. Maybe if he...

Before he could continue along that train of thought, something rammed into Drusilla from the side, knocking her onto the ground.

"Stupefy!" someone yelled from behind Angel.

A beam of golden light struck Drusilla, and she collapsed to the ground.

Fiona shimmered into view in front of Angel, just as Harry walked around from behind him.

Angel nodded at them both. "Nice save," he said.

Fiona smiled. "That's what teamwork's all about," she said. "Now, shouldn't we get out of here before the fire department drops in?"

"Agreed," Harry said. "We've got a couple of things the others need to know..."