Disclaimer: None of the League here are mine, and Eilidh, Fiona, Sarah, Kate, and Gash belong to themselves and their names are used here with their permission.

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Hiril Moon: You think it's interesting so far? Wait until you learn who Nator is…

Felicia Angel: Regarding Metallo, you can find information on him on any decent DC or Superman web site And as far as Terry Nator's concerned, his name's all mine; he's introduced in my LXG story 'Skynet Spread', if you want to know more…

Rhiona Silvermoon: You want to know more about Terry? Consult my story 'Skynet Spreads' for further information on the character. Regarding where you heard the name before… Unless you've read a few of my other stories, I'm afraid I can't answer that question.

Sean Malloy-1: Sorry, but the sequel's planned out, and those guys aren't in it. However, I'll keep the Anita Blake suggestion in mind, I assure you of that…

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen 2004

"All right then, Mr Nator," Bond said, after the League had all sat down at the League-mobile's conference table and the introductions had been carried out (All of whom recognised Nator's uncanny resemblance to California's latest governor), "now that we've got the basics out of the way, would you mind telling us who you are and what your involvement is in this situation?"

"Of course," Terry smiled, sitting back in his chair. He didn't, the League noted, remove his sunglasses, not even in the slightly dim light in the room. "My name, as I have already told you, is Terry Michael Nator, but you all probably know me better as 'the Terminator'."

The entire League looked around as each other in confusion, and then Gwen spoke for them all.

"Huh?" she asked Terry simply. "What do you mean, you're the Terminator? He's just a character in a movie!"

"Three movies, actually," Harry put in.

"Yeah, I know about that," Terry smiled, as he sat back in his chair and slung his feet up onto the table. "Quite frankly, I'm just pleased they went down that well; I was a bit worried about the effects for the T-1000 back then. As it was, there was still room for improvement, but it still managed to look very convincing."

"I'm sorry?" Clark said, looking at Terry in confusion. "Are you saying you were involved in the production of the Terminator trilogy?!"

"Actually, I wrote it," Terry grinned, looking around at the League members.

"You WHAT?!" Eilidh asked, standing up sharply in shock.

"Long story," Terry smiled, looking casually over at the psychic. "Shall I start over?"

"Um… please?" Angel answered, wishing he didn't sound so perplexed.

"Well, I'll assume that you all know about the essential history of the Terminator movies?" Terry asked, as he sat back in his chair.

"Yeah, pretty much," Fiona said from where she was sitting. "An artificial defence network called Skynet triggers nuclear war somewhere near the dawn of the twenty-first century, it creates a bunch of humanoid robots to dominate the human population, they lose, they create a time machine and send a bunch of robots into the past to kill the guy who'll lead the human resistance when he's grown?"

"Pretty much, yes," Terry nodded, as he looked over at Fiona. "However, what you didn't know is that Skynet had greater ambitions- if such a term could be used to describe a machine- than even that. It wished to be in charge of all universes- every alternate reality that has ever been, regardless of what stopped it being developed on its own in that world."

"Control the… multiverse?" Clark asked, looking at Terry with a slight edge of horror on his face. "Could it have done that?"

"Possibly, but I doubt it really made it," Terry said. "There were too many variables for its plan to work in all realities- on some occasions it discovered that humanity only tried to develop it once they were absolutely sure they could control it, and it couldn't do anything to permanently alter its programming. However, there were some realities where it could be possible, if it weren't for the intervention of certain characters… Specifically, in this reality, the children of Tom Sawyer and Mina Harker of the original League of Extraordinary Gentlemen."

"OK…." Eilidh said, waving her hand in a prompting gesture. "So, what did it do?"

"Simple," Terry smiled. "It sent a T-X back in time- and into this reality- to kill them before they could even have children, and I was reprogrammed and sent back in time as well to help the League stop it. I became a member of the League, and I've been here ever since."

Elektra blinked in surprise. "Excuse me?" she said, looking at Terry in surprise. "The original League? But that was nearly a century ago!"

"One hundred and four years, three months, and four days ago, to go back to when I joined them," Terry said.

The League stared blankly at Terry for a few seconds, until Harry broke the silence.

"You've over a hundred years old?!" he cried out in amazement.

"One hundred and ten, give or take a few months," Terry shrugged. "I spent a few years under Skynet's control before I was reprogrammed by the resistance and sent back in time to the original League, to help them battle the T-X that Skynet had sent to kill Tom and Mina."

"I see," Bond said, as he looked around at the other League members before turning back to face Terry. "And you've stayed around this long afterwards?"

"Well, I can run for over a hundred and twenty years on my existing power cells," Terry shrugged. "I'm still good for another decade or so. Anyway, with nothing else to do, I decided to write about what had happened to cause my reality to get so messed up and try and get it made into a movie, the idea being to prevent things here getting as out of control as they did in my world."

"So you wrote the script, went to James Cameron to have him put it together as a movie, and then… what? You acted as the Terminator in all three films?" Harry asked.

"No," Terry said. "Arnold Schwarzenegger is a real person, I assure you of that. I was as surprised as anyone when I saw him for the first time, but decided it was too good a chance to pass up, and practically insisted that he get the part."

"Just one point," Gwen said, raising one hand. "Didn't Cameron find it a little egocentric of you to hire an actor who was your exact physical double?"

"No, he didn't, for the simple reason that I was in disguise at the time," Terry shrugged. "I wasn't sure whether or not we'd get an actor who really looked anything like me, but decided it would be best if I disguised myself to avoid any suspicion. Using various assorted bits of make-up, lengthening my hair, bulking out my shirt, always trying to crouch slightly to make myself look shorter- I managed to distance myself from Arnold well enough in all three movies, changing my disguise and alias if I felt it would be needed, and then generally tried to stay out of the public eye."

"Ah," Fiona said, as she nodded slightly in understanding.

"So, Mr Nator," Bond said, "Now that your history's been explained to us all, would you mind telling us what you're doing here in the first place?"

"Simple," Terry said, looking over at Bond. "I wish to join you. The League was my family back in 1900, and I have kept in touch with the Government in matters concerning them and their descendants over the last hundred or so years. Now that a new League has been formed, well…" He shrugged. "What can I say? I feel like I have a vested interest in ensuring your survival. You're the legacy of the only family I ever really had, and I'd rather you didn't just end now before you've even really gotten started." He sighed slightly as he finished that sentence. "Plus, well, it'd be nice to feel like I'm making a difference to the world again."

Bond nodded thoughtfully as he looked at Terry, and then smiled. Getting up, he walked towards the end of the table where Terry was sitting and held out his hand.

"Welcome to the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen, Terry Nator," he said simply. "Feel like saving the world?"

Terry took the offered hand and shook it. "Looking forward to it, 007," he smiled. "It's good to be here."

"So, what's the plan now?" Clark asked.

"Simple," Bond said, looking around at the League. "We head back to the Nautilus and then go straight to Moriarty's old Mongolian fortress as fast as possible. At the moment, assuming he wasn't expecting the Syndicate to call back any time soon, we might have the element of surprise on our side, and we should probably make use of it. Agreed?"

The League nodded.

"Good," Bond said, turning to look at the Doctor. "Call Tyne; let him know we'll be back in a day or two." He looked over at Terry. "We've got a criminal mastermind to bring down, Mr Nator. Feel like a baptism of fire for this new era?"

"I was forged ready," Terry grinned.