Disclaimer: I don't own Ross, Rachel, Chandler, Monica, Joey, Phoebe, or ANY of the League; I just own the bad guy.

Feedback: I'd appreciate it.

Sean Malloy-1: I might keep those suggestions in mind, but I've got a mass of stories to get through first before I do the modern superheroes meeting, and I can't make many promises about the Star Wars thing. However, there will be some Star Trek characters in a future story of mine for sure…

Artemis Gray: Glad to hear the Friends cast are in character; I was worried I might make a few mistakes on that front.

The One Where They Help Save the World

"Hold on a minute here," Ross said, holding up one hand as he looked at Sawyer. "You're telling me a bunch of gunmen attacked you guys at the mall?"

"Yep," Sawyer said, sitting back in the chair he'd claimed as his own. With the gunmen's bodies currently lying in Central Park behind some bushes, and their weapons hidden away in Monica and Joey's apartments, the League and the gang had decided to meet up in Monica and Chandler's apartment to discuss their options for their next move.

"You fought them off?" Ross said, still sounding incredulous.

"Naturally, or we wouldn't be here," Skinner said, idly scratching the back of his hand.

"No, no, I mean… you fought them off?" Ross said, looking over at Chandler in amazement. "You?? You ran from practically every fight we stumbled across back in college, and you seriously expect me to believe you survived a gunfight?"

"Actually, he was one of the people holding the guns," Sawyer put in, indicating the three weapons on the kitchen table; Monica had insisted that the guns be given a clean before they started trying to track their mysterious opponents down. Privately, Sawyer was already planning to try and ask a couple of the other members of the group to take the guns when they went out searching, but he was going to give it some time before he offered them.

"Chandler holding a gun??!!" Ross yelled in amazement, looking over at Chandler. "You've never even seen one apart from in movies!"

"Ross, could you let go of the shock and horror at Chandler's suddenly being able to stand up for himself and focus on the issue at hand?" Rachel asked, looking over at her friend. "We've got at least one remarkably intelligent, time-travel-capable homicidal maniac on our backs and wanting to change history; we don't have the time to worry about that."

"I know, but… a gun?!" Ross said, looking over at Chandler before he sighed and looked over at Sawyer. "Anyway, any ideas as to our next move?"

"W-well, personally, I think it's essential that we get our entire arsenal set up b-before we make any new moves," Jekyll said, raising one hand. "I-I should probably try to prepare a batch of my serum b-before we start charging into action; after all, H-Hyde does account for the majority of our offensive strength. It has to be a good thing to h-have him on our team for the main attack…" He trailed off. "I never thought I'd say something like that."

"What, admit that we need Edward?" Skinner asked, shrugging a little as he spoke. "Yeah, gotta confess, I never really expected we'd hear that from you either. The rest of us… yes. You specifically… no."

"Um… problem?" Monica said, raising one hand inquiringly. "No offence… Henry, but how are you going to make the serum? It's not like you can just grab the ingredients from a chemist's and whip them up in some science lab, is it? That stuff wouldn't be available over the counter, I'm assuming? And even if you can get your hands on it, where would you make it? We don't exactly have a science lab here, you know!"

"Well, I have an idea that should solve that problem," Ross said, looking over from where he was sitting, sipping from a glass of water he'd poured himself.

"Which is?" Sawyer asked, looking over at the man.

"Well, I work in the palaeontology department of New York University, and it has a large science block," Ross said. "It just occurred to me that, well, maybe I could take Henry in, passing him off as an old college friend of mine, and he could whip up his serum in a chemistry classroom while I tried to keep anyone else from tracking him down? I know the school's schedule's pretty well; there aren't going to be any chemistry classes this afternoon, so we don't have to worry about getting any inquisitive students dropping in on us."

Jekyll hesitated for a few seconds, and then nodded slowly.

"It… could work," he said slowly, continuing to nod thoughtfully as he spoke. "It might be a bit difficult, but at least I might be able to make a start on preparing a batch."

"It has a good chance, I'll give it that," Hartdegen put in. "I taught in the university myself once, and, if memory serves, it had everything you'll need for the formula in it." Then he shrugged. "Of course, things may have changed a bit over the last hundred years, but it certainly bodes well for your chances of success."

"Right, then it's decided," Rachel said, as she got up and started to walk towards the door.

Sawyer grabbed her wrist. "Where are you going?" he asked her.

Rachel briefly laughed. "Well, where else? With Henry and Ross!" she replied simply.

"No," Sawyer said, standing up to look her in the eyes. "You're not. You're staying here."

"Really?" Rachel said, looking back at him. A part of herself found herself thinking how attractive his eyes were, but she shook it off; she wasn't interested in flirting with him right now. "No offence intended, Tom, but what gives you the right to take charge?"

"He's practically been our leader since we lost our original one on our first mission, he's gone toe-to-toe with Dracula himself, and he's pretty much the deadliest shot of our time," Skinner put in from the side. "I think that gives him the right to take charge, don't you, Miss Green?"

Joey nodded. "Well, I'm convinced," he said.

"Joey!" Rachel said, looking over at him. She didn't need this right now! Here she was, trying to show an extremely cute spy she could be an asset to their team, and Joey was actually suggesting she stay behind?

"Hey, I'm not going to argue with the potential best shot of the nineteenth century!" Joey said, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Actually, Mr Tribbianni, we are currently living in the first years of the twentieth century, in our home time," Mina put in.

Joey shrugged. "Whatever," he said. "You're alive when Shakespeare was; that's all that matters."

Ross coughed sharply to attract his friend's attention. . "Actually, Joey, Shakespeare's from the fifteenth century," he said, trying not to sound condensing.

Joey blinked, stared blankly at nothing for a few seconds, and shrugged.

"What the hell; who cares about the fine print?" he said, as he slumped back into his seat.

"Look," Jekyll said, sitting up a bit straighter as he spoke, "there's no sense in anyone other than Mr Gellar and I going away on this… 'mission', for lack of a better term for it. As far as we know, nobody's connected us with him or Miss Buffay yet; our adversaries have no reason to believe I'll try to prepare my serum in New York University…" He stopped briefly, and then continued. "Well… as far as we know, anyway."

"Right then," Ross said, standing up and looking over at Jekyll. "Shall we get going? After all, no time like the present."

Jekyll nodded. "Very well," he said, as he stood up. He looked over at Sawyer. "We'll be back soon, I'll make sure of that."

Sawyer smiled briefly. "Hope you find what you're looking for, Jekyll," he said simply.

"And so say all of us, Doctor," Nemo added simply.

Just as Ross was almost at the door, he stopped and turned back to look in Monica's direction.

"Can we borrow the Porsche?" he asked his sister.

Monica rolled her eyes and sighed, but with a small smile on her face as well. "Sure; the keys are in my bag," she said.

"Thanks," Ross said, as he reached into the bag, pulled out the keys, and headed for the door, Jekyll close behind.

"We'll be back soon!" Jekyll said, looking back at his friends, before he shut the door to the apartment.

Jekyll stared up at the building in front of him, his eyes almost bulging out of his head as he looked up at it.

He couldn't believe how… large it was. He'd attended Edinburgh University for his own medical education, and had thought it was large enough for any school, but this one?

It was far, far larger…

"Incredible…" he whispered, before turning to look at Ross. "And we're going in there?"

"Yeah, but only to the chemistry labs," Ross said, as he locked the Porsche and walked after Jekyll. "I figured we'd want to attract as little attention to ourselves as possible, so I'll be taking us in by a side door that leads directly to the main chemistry classroom."

"Right…" Jekyll said, sounding slightly disappointed even to himself. But he had to acknowledge the truth; Ross had a good point there. They didn't want to attract any more attention to themselves then they had to, if only to prevent anyone tracing the League back to their new friends.

"Just through here," Ross said, as he unlocked and opened a plain brown door in the side of the building and walked into it, Jekyll close behind.

They climbed up some stairs, and then went through another door to arrive in one end of a long corridor, which stretched down to a large double door at the other end.

There were various assorted classrooms on both sides of the corridor, but Ross took Jekyll directly to one of them in particular; the largest one, which already had several test tubes and measuring jugs lying out near the sink, Ross was relieved to note. He also noticed that the keys for the cupboards holding the chemicals were lying on the teacher's desk, and briefly smiled at the sight.

This wasn't actually that hard.

"Right," he said, grabbing the cupboard keys and tossing them to Jekyll, "those are the keys for the cupboard. You whip up your formula in here, and I'll stay outside and make sure nobody interrupts you."

"Thanks," Jekyll said, as he looked over the keys briefly before selecting one and opening the first cupboard.

"Anytime," Ross smiled, as he walked back out to the corridor, shut the door behind him, and stood up against the wall. He found himself hoping that he'd remembered the schedule right and there weren't any chemistry classes for the next couple of hours; somehow, he doubted he'd be able to come up with a good excuse for what he was doing right now.

Looking down at his watch, he sighed.

It was going to be a long afternoon….

After about an hour and a half of waiting, Jekyll walked out of the classroom with a smile on his face.

"Finished!" he said, grinning as he held up a large bottle filled with a clear liquid before he slipped it into his jacket pocket. It wasn't exactly a large bottle- probably only the size of a glass bottle of milk- but it still seemed to be a bit too conspicuous for Ross's liking.

"Are you sure you need that much?" he asked Jekyll as they started to walk down the corridor back towards the stairs.

"Oh, don't worry, Ross; I don't actually require that much to be able to change into Hyde," Jekyll smiled. "This is just a precaution in case I need to transform more often then I'm expecting. Just find me some smaller containers then this bottle, and I should be ready for action fairly soon."

"Great!" Ross said, as he turned towards the door to the stairs…

"Professor Gellar?" a voice said from behind them.

Ross and Jekyll instantly looked over at each other, their eyes widening in fear, and then Ross turned to look at the source of the voice.

He sighed in relief; it was just Professor Winston, a colleague in the palaeontology department. Not the best bit of luck, but they'd probably manage to get away without too much difficulty.

"Ah, Professor Winston," he said, walking towards the other man and holding out his hand. "Good to see you."

"Same here, Gellar," Winston smiled, shaking Ross's hand before looking over in Jekyll's direction. "I'm sorry; you are…?"

"Oh," Jekyll said, smiling and holding out one hand automatically. "Doctor Henry Jekyll."

Winston's jaw dropped as he stared at Jekyll, who was already mentally berating himself for his mistake.

"Jekyll?" Winston said, staring at Jekyll in amazement. "Henry Jekyll…"

"Yeah, it's a laugh, isn't it?" Ross said, chuckling a little as though he genuinely found it funny. "His father was obsessed with the book from the moment he first heard about it, and insisted he name his son after the title character. He even legally changed… Henry's last name to make it work."

Jekyll blinked, then decided he might as well try to go along with it.

"Yes… Dad… was a bit unhealthily fixated with that book," he said, smiling weakly. "It was a major source of embarrassment for me when I was growing up; I never really understood why he did it."

"Anyway," Ross said, coughing loudly to break into the conversation, "We have to be off, Winston. Sorry about troubling you; Henry just wanted to check out the labs here, and, well, he…. he… helped me out a bit when we were in college. I felt I owed it to him."

"Right…" Winston said, sounding slightly sceptical as he walked back off down the corridor.

"Goodbye!" Jekyll called after him, before he and Ross started to walk down the stairs towards the car.

"Well, that went well," he said, smiling at Ross brightly.