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The One Where They Help Save the World
Phoebe sighed listlessly as she stared out of the apartment window. Monica, apparently determined to show that people of the early twenty-first century could be as resourceful as those of the early twentieth, and had suggested that the entire gang stay the night in hers and Joey's apartments in order to prevent anyone who might be watching them from outside taking them by surprise. Her reasoning was that, if they were attacked, it would be for the best if they could gather all their resources to fight them off as soon as possible, and not have to wait for them to come along from another building.
As a result, despite the objections of Joey, Skinner, Hartdegen and herself, Phoebe now found herself facing the prospect of spending the night on the floor of Monica's apartment in a sleeping bag, with an invisible man sleeping on the couch while a spy and a vampire slept in the spare room (Joey had been a bit disappointed when he'd learned that Mina and Tom were together, Phoebe recalled; evidently, he'd been hoping to introduce the world to 'How you doin'?' a few years earlier).
Ross, Henry, Nemo and Alex would be staying over in Joey and Rachel's apartment, with weapons kept in the cupboards in the apartment's 'kitchens' in the event of an attack.
Right now, the groups were just killing time until Ross and Jekyll got back, at which point their strange little gathering would be deciding on their next move against their unknown opponents. Phoebe had volunteered to be their lookout, in case their foe actually did know where they were and tried to attack them. Tom, Mina, Rodney, Chandler, Joey and Alex had decided to just kick back and watch a few movies, while Nemo was looking over the weapons that they'd taken from the gunmen, and Rachel and Monica were trying to straighten out Joey's apartment to accommodate the new living arrangements.
"Wow…." Skinner said, as McClane and Holly kissed in the back seat of the car just before the end credits rolled. He looked over at Chandler and Joey. "And that kind of thing's made all the time?!"
"Oh, you bet," Chandler smiled, as he smiled over at his new friend. "Trust me, Die Hard is cool, but you've barely even started to see what we've got in this day and age."
"Really?" Hartdegen asked, looking over curiously at Chandler. "What else can you recommend?"
"Well," Joey said, as he reached into his bag and pulled out a second DVD, "if you liked that, wait until you see The Termina-"
He was suddenly interrupted when Sawyer grabbed the box out of his hands and stared at it.
"What?" Mina said, looking over at her lover. "What's the big deal?"
Sawyer looked over at Mina from where she sat beside him. "Look at the cover, Mina," he said, handing the DVD over to her. "Does the guy on the front cover look familiar?"
"What?" Mina asked, as she looked over at the cover. "Tom, be serious; how could there be anything on the- TERRY?!" she yelled, grabbing the cover from Tom's hands and staring at it in amazement.
"What the…?" Skinner said, as he leaned over to look at the DVD with his friends. He blinked in amazement, but tried to conceal the shock he felt at the sight.
"Well… that was unexpected," he said simply.
"Tell me about it," Sawyer said. "I mean, who'd have guessed it?"
"What?" Joey asked, looking at the group in confusion. "What are you guys talking about?"
Sawyer looked over at Joey as he turned the DVD over to show them the picture on the front. It was one Joey knew fairly well, having rented it so many times; the Terminator, as played by Arnold Schwarzenegger, wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket as it held a gun up beside it, pointing into the air.
"So?" Joey said, as he looked up at the League. "It's just the Terminator."
"Precisely," Sawyer said, putting the DVD down. "Joey, Chandler, you guys probably aren't going to believe this, but we know that guy!"
"What?" Joey said, looking at them in awe. "You know Arnold?"
"Yes, I'm sure he's over a hundred years old, Joe," Chandler said, sighing. He looked at Sawyer. "What is it really; you guys ran into the real Skynet-created Terminator?"
"Yeah," Sawyer said, nodding in reply. "He's actually the seventh member of the League."
Chandler blinked. "Okaaaaaaaaaaay…." he said, uncertainly. Then a thought occurred to him. "OK then, if you know the Terminator, then answer this; what does he say he is?"
"A cybernetic organism; living tissue over a metal endoskeleton," Sawyer replied automatically. "Not exactly human, but close enough to pass for one at immediate examination."
Chandler blinked in surprise at that bit of information. Finally, he slumped down in the chair, said "Oh my God!", and stared up at the ceiling.
"You know the Terminator?!" Joey said, still not quite able to believe it.
"Yeah…" Skinner said, rolling his eyes and staring up at the ceiling. "Look, it's not that big a deal, you know. The guy mostly just shoots and hits out at whoever's trying to hurt us; he's not really that much of a talker."
"Yeah, but the Terminator!" Joey said, almost sounding impressed.
"What's all this about the Terminator?" Ross asked, as he and Jekyll entered the apartment, Jekyll holding a bottle full of clear liquid in his hands.
Joey looked over at Ross. "These guys know the Terminator!" he said, sounding almost as happy as though he'd learned that he could be sure of sex for the rest of his life.
"What?" Ross said, looking over at Jekyll. "Is that true?"
"The Terminator? Oh, you must mean Terry," Jekyll said, smiling as inspiration occurred to him. "Yes, we know him; he had to stay behind because he was injured in our fight with the first nutcase who came after us." He shrugged. "Besides, we needed someone to keep an eye on the Nautilus."
"The what?" Phoebe asked, looking over from where she sat at the window.
"Nemo's ship," Hartdegen said, looking over at the blond woman. "It's a submarine; it can travel under the water at remarkable speeds. It's pretty much the only real home we have in our time."
"Ah," Phoebe said. Then she looked over at Jekyll and smiled. "Hi there, Doctor J.," she said, grinning broadly at him. "Everything go well?"
Jekyll nodded and held up the bottle. "A pint or so of Hyde serum," he said, patting it slightly. "More then enough to let me fill up a few of my typical phials; we're back up to our full complement of weaponry in the event of a crisis."
"Perfect," Sawyer said, as he reached his jacket briefly to check his Colts before looking around at the rest of the League. "So, what do we do now?"
"Isn't that obvious?" Joey said, looking over at the agent. "Find the bad guy, stop the bad guy, and then use his time machine to get you home!"
"Um, Joey?" Chandler said, looking over at his friend. "If we don't know the bad guy's location, how are we meant to find him? We're not exactly detectives, you know."
"Well, couldn't we just use the oldest trick in the book?" Skinner asked, raising one hand.
"Which is?" Hartdegen asked, glancing over at his friend.
"Find the gunmen and ask them for the information?" Skinner asked, shrugging helplessly. "Well, what else can we do?"
Sawyer sighed as he looked over at Skinner. "Skinner, as far as plans go, I've heard better crap back when I was barely ten years old and thought that witches walked around my town at will." Then he sighed. "On the other hand, it's the only plan we've got, so we'd best get on with it."
Standing up, he glanced over at Chandler and Mina. "C'mon you two; we've got to get going before the park gets crowded again."
Chandler blinked. "W-what?" he said, looking dazedly at Sawyer. "What the hell do you mean, we; surely you two could manage on your own?"
"Chandler," Sawyer sighed, looking over at his new friend. "You know this time and place pretty well, and you're the only member of your group who's actually used a gun in a fight. If things turn ugly, you'd be our best bet at actually being an asset in a fight situation."
"Oh," Chandler said, sighing briefly as he stared down at the floor. Then he rolled his eyes and stood back up.
"What the hell?" he shrugged.
Phoebe smiled at him. "Monica would be proud of you," she said simply.
Chandler shrugged and turned to look at Sawyer and Mina.
"Let's go," he said simply. "Time's a-wasting."
"Right then," Sawyer said, as he headed over to the kitchen area and grabbed a couple of the smaller guns, tossing one to Chandler and slipping the second one under his coat. "Ladies first?" he said, looking over at Mina.
"Thank you, kind sir," Mina said, smiling briefly at Tom before walking out the door of the apartment, followed closely by Sawyer and Chandler.
The gang looked around at each other briefly, as though uncertain what to say next, but, eventually, Joey broke the silence.
"So, a submarine, huh? How's the view down there?" he asked casually. "Ever seen Nessie?"