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Dr. Henry Jekyll looked over his companions in the escape pod as it darted towards Germany. His eyes moved from the brave captain, solemnly manning the escape pod's controls, to the beautiful Mina Harker, lying across the floor, deep asleep. Her breasts gently heaved up and down as she slept. Then Jekyll's eyes moved to his own reflection. The hideous face of Edward Hyde leered back at him.

Jekyll looked away.

"I'm not as wicked as you make me out to be," said Hyde's voice, echoing in every corner of Jekyll's head. "I'm not all dark. I'm looking for the same thing as you: redemption."

Jekyll looked back at his reflection. Again, he saw the image of Hyde.

"You can't ignore me forever, Henry."

"No I can't, Edward," Jekyll whispered.

He knew he couldn't. Hyde was slipping further and further beyond Jekyll's control. He was becoming a greater and greater burden. Hyde lived inside of Jekyll, and from now on, whenever Hyde became angry or frightened, he would come out.

This was the terrible secret Henry Jekyll would have to bare.

> > > > > >

All of the escape pods made it safely to shore. Quatermain looked at the members of his League. As he paced in front of them and nodded his head, he silently praised them for another job well done.

He then reached into his backpack and removed Skinner's hat and coat. The invisible man anxiously accepted them and dressed himself.

"What's become of our jungle friend?" he asked.

"Civilization just wasn't for him," said Quatermain. "Still, I think we should consider him an honorary Extraordinary Gentlemen." He turned to Quasimodo. "Now what should we do with you?"

"I'm afraid his hearing is irreparable," said Jekyll.

"Perhaps that need not be a handicap," said Quatermain. "It could be a gift. I know of a church in France. There's use there for a bell ringer who would be unaffected by loud noise." Quatermain looked at Quasimodo. "How would you like the job?"

> > > > > >

Tom Sawyer felt at complete peace with the world as he walked across Mississippi. He was home again.

In the distance, he could see a small house. In the window, he could see Becky Thatcher.

She was even more beautiful than she had appeared in Tom's dreams. Her fiery red hair had grown softer, both in color and in texture. It fell down her body, accentuating her now matured curves. Since Tom had left her, she had grown from a girl into a woman.

Tom would do what he had promised himself. He'd tell her that he had always loved her.

Or at least I'll say hi, he thought as he walked towards the door, whistling as he stepped.

> > > > > >

In a small, dark room, tucked away in a corner of the river Thames, two men sat at a mahogany table. One of the men tugged his hair and shook his head as he looked over a pile of papers.

Ebenezer Scrooge pushed the plans for the Nautilus II aside.

"No, no, no!" he said. "I will not allow it."

Otto Lidenbrock looked at Scrooge.

"In the interest of science, Ebenezer," he suggested.

"I just approved money for repairs on the last Nautilus!" Scrooge groaned.

"Will, you can certainly call this some massive repairs."

"It's a total rebuilding! Do you have any idea how much money this will cost the British government? All of the time and materials it will take to construct? There is simply no room on our budget."

"A necessary evil, Ebenezer," said Lidenbrock as he stood up and walked away.

Scrooge looked at Captain Nemo's blueprints again and resumed tugging his hair and shaking his head.

"Bah humbug!" he moaned.

A/N – That's our conclusion. When I started writing this, a little over a year ago, I thought it would be a short story, or maybe a novella. I had no idea it would be as epic of a project as it became.

If this small effort is an epic, it's only thanks to my readers and reviewers. You made this story what it was.

Thanks to ThePet, Queerquail, Hikari no Haga, Itha Arrowland, Steakums 13, tsukiryoushi, and Sawyer Fan. Special thanks to LotRseer3350, who has offered encouragement from Chapter 1 to the very end.

Also thanks to the immortal authors who I've tried to pay tribute to with my story: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, H. Rider Haggard, Mark Twain, H. G. Wells, Jules Verne, Bram Stoker, Robert Louis Stevenson, Mary Shelly, Victor Hugo, Herman Mellville, Rudyard Kipling, and Charles Dickens.

Thanks again for reading, and I hope this may have inspired you to read (or reread) a few of the classics. Feel free to R & R and let me know what you think of the finished product!