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The One Where They Help Save the World

"This is it?" Chandler asked, looking at the large building in front of him in surprise.

It was an old warehouse, located on the coastline of Manhattan Island, looking like it had been abandoned for years; in fact, Chandler was fairly sure he'd seen something like it in the Spider-Man movie that had been released last year…

"Y-yes…" the gunman whimpered, looking over at where Chandler sat in the back of van, Emma in his lap and Sawyer opposite him.

Upon learning that the gunmen had driven here in a van to make it seem like they were just repairmen, the three of them had decided that Mina would stay up front with the driver while the other two sat around on a couple of boxes in the back.

Mina sighed. "Very well," she said, turning away from the building to look back at the gunman. "Now get out," she told him, indicating the door beside him. "And do yourself a favour; run, and forget you ever saw or even heard about us."

The man nodded shakily, opened the door, stepped out of the van, and then ran down the street as fast as his legs could carry him.

Chandler blinked as he saw the man run by them through the windows in the van's back doors, and then shrugged and looked over at Sawyer.

"Does she always trigger that kind of reaction?" he asked the spy, raising a curious eyebrow.

Sawyer shrugged. "It depends," he said. "If the other guy's prepared for vampires, not really. If he's not, or if she takes them by surprise…" He smiled slightly. "Let's just say fear can make men do remarkable things."

"Ah," Chandler nodded in apparent understanding before glancing down at a snoozing Emma and indicating the van door. "After you."

Sawyer raised his gun and smiled. "Let's rock," he told his new friend, as the two of them stepped out of the van, joining Mina where she now stood in front of the warehouse.

"Not much of a secret headquarters, is it?" Mina said, looking over at the others.

"Well, not when compared to Moriarty's, it isn't" Sawyer said, nodding thoughtfully. "Then again, maybe this is normal for villains these days; who's to say how things have changed?"

He looked over slightly at Chandler, who just shrugged.

"Hey, what do I know about these things?" he said, looking over at Sawyer and Mina. "You're the superheroes; I'm just a guy who happened to be there when you came through that… portal thingie."

Sawyer sighed and indicated the door with his gun. "Look, we need to get moving before anyone else comes along and sees us," he said, indicating the street around them with his other hand. "Mina, you lead the way; send out a bat or two to give us advanced warning of any gunmen we might come across. Chandler, stay at the back and keep Emma out of harm's way, but keep your gun available in case you have to use it suddenly. Got that?"

The two of them nodded.

Sawyer smiled. "Good," he said, before turning to Mina. "You're up."

Mina nodded, closed her eyes, briefly focused, and suddenly, two bats were in the air in front of her, flying towards the warehouse and sweeping in through cracks in the walls.

Chandler blinked in surprise and looked over at Sawyer inquiringly.

"Where'd the bats come from?" he asked his friend.

Sawyer shrugged. "Never really figured it out myself," he replied. "I generally just think of it as being an extra bonus of Mina's vampire side and leave it at that."

"Fair enough," Chandler said.

Noting that Mina didn't seem to be fully aware of them at the moment, Chandler decided it was time to ask another question that had been bothering him.

"So… what's it like, dating a vampire?" he asked the spy.

Sawyer looked thoughtful for a few seconds, and shrugged.

"It's… interesting," he said. "Gotta admit, though, I've never really thought about the differences between Mina and a normal woman; she can…" He chuckled slightly as this, as though embarrassed, "last longer, if you know what I mean, but otherwise there's not really anything different about her."

"What?" Chandler asked, as he checked Emma once again to make sure she couldn't hear him before leaning in to whisper to Sawyer. "You mean you've never asked her to try something… different?"

Sawyer blinked in surprise at that comment, but then just shook his head in answer.

"No, not really," he said. "I thought about it at first- after all, who wouldn't?- but, well, Mina's not exactly keen on the vampire parts of her nature, so I generally just let her keep that part of her nature to herself."

Chandler opened his mouth to say something else, but then Mina opened her eyes and the two men turned to look at her.

"Well?" Sawyer asked.

"There are only three or four men visible," Mina said, as she looked over at her current allies. "I noticed a large metal hatch in the floor, with a series of small numbered buttons on the top of it; evidently there must be a password of some kind that we need to enter to get into the main facility."

"So, all we need to do is leave someone alive long enough to give us the code and we're set?" Chandler asked, looking curiously at the two heroes.

Sawyer raised his gun and nodded. "Exactly," he said. He looked over at Mina. "Your kind of territory, I think; take down all but one of them, or at least just lure them out so I can finish the job. Chandler, remember what I said earlier; stay back unless we need backup, Emma has to be protected."

Chandler swallowed, and turned to look over at the door of the large warehouse in front of them. Here he was, a simple advertiser, perfectly happy spending time with his wife, his brother-in-law, and all their friends…

And now, here he was, his still-month-old niece in one hand and a gun in the other, standing alongside a vampire and a spy from the year 1900, about to charge into a secret base, against unknown numbers of bad guys, and a bad guy so insane that he actually tried to kill some guys in the past with no apparent regard for what that may have done to time.

He was seriously out of his depth.

But….

He swallowed.

But the people who meant the most to him were in danger right now, and he was one of the only people who could save them now.

He had to go in.

He smiled, and raised his gun. "Let's lock and load," he said.

Jim wasn't even sure what had just happened.

One moment he was just standing around, staring idly at his watch, wondering how long it would be until his shift was over, and the next…

The next, the sound of bullets tore through the air, there was a loud 'thump' as two men hit the ground, and suddenly Jim found himself pressed up again the wall, one arm pinned behind his back, and a gun pointing at the back of his head.

"Your friends are down and potentially in need of medical help," a voice said, sounding almost like the speaker was as nervous about the situation as Jim was himself. "If y-you don't want to be in the same situation, tell us the code for the door and w-we'll let you off with a thump on the head."

"Nice job, Chandler," a second voice said from further back. Jim vaguely heard the click of a gun being loaded, and swallowed; two of them? Which one was the vampire again…?

"Just don't sound quite so nervous, and you'll be perfect," the voice said. Footsteps sounded briefly along the floor, and suddenly, Jim felt another gun pointing at the back of his head. "You heard my friend here, sir; tell us the code, and you get off lightly."

"A-and if I don't?" Jim asked.

The second voice sighed. "Then I'll have to shoot you in various limbs until you decide you're willing to cooperate," he explained casually. "Trust me; I know just how much punishment the human body can take without actually dying, and you won't like what will be happening to you as a result."

Jim swallowed.

That had already made his mind up.

"T-the password's 1-9-0-0-0-3," he stammered nervously.

"Is that t-three 0s, or did you just r-repeat one 0 twice?" the first voice said, the gun that was (Presumably) being held by that man shaking slightly as he spoke.

"I-it's t-three 0s," Jim said nervously, wishing they'd just hurry up and finish the job; he couldn't take much longer of having to endure these guns pointing into his brains.

"Right," the second voice said, as the two guns drew back from his head. "Thank you for your time," the voice continued, shortly before something rammed sharply into the back of Jim's head. Stars flew in front of his eyes, and he felt like needles were tearing out chunks of his brain, as he collapsed to the ground, only just grateful that he hadn't been shot…

Sawyer stared at the numbered pad on the hatch in front of him, sighing slightly as his finger hovered over the '1' button.

"Who'd have thought the bad guy would be so obvious?" he said.

"What?" Chandler asked, as he shifted Emma over to the other side; amazingly, she was still asleep. Then again, they had left her just outside the door while the gunfire had been going on; maybe she just hadn't heard it. "What's obvious about it?"

"Think about it, Mr Bing," Mina said, crouching down beside the two men to look at the pad. "1-9-0 refers to 1900- the year that we came from- and 0-0-3 refers to the present year- 2003. The villain is basically proclaiming their headquarters will bridge the gap between now and then in the code itself, only erasing one digit from each year." She sighed, and looked over at Tom. "Tragic, isn't it?"

"That they can't get anything more original?" Tom smiled, that wild grin that Mina always found so appealing when it was on him. "Yeah, I agree."

Then he shrugged, turned back to the pad, and tapped in the six numbers.

The hatch swung open, revealing a long flight of stairs that stretched down into the ground.

Chandler swallowed, and looked over at the others.

"We're going in?" he asked them, trying to conceal how nervous he was.

Sawyer raised his gun in reply, and Mina drew her daggers and twirled them around in her hands before grabbing the handles.

She nodded at Chandler.

"We're going in."

Several hundred metres below them, in a vast room that looked like something out an old James Bond film (Possibly one featuring somebody from S.P.E.C.T.R.E., such as Doctor No or Blofeld himself), the villain who had pulled the League almost a hundred years out of time, looked at the control panel in front of them, covered with buttons and monitor screens, and smiled as one of the lights on the console lit up.

Reaching over, the figure tapped a button on another panel, and sat back as a microphone lowered down from the ceiling towards the chair.

"Yeah, boss?" a voice said from the other end of the microphone.

"They're coming," the figure said simply. "Prepare the gauntlet."

A smirk crossed the figure's face, as a hand reached out and picked up a needle that was lying on a nearby table.

"Remember; take down the vampire, but leave the spy and any allies he may have to me," the figure continued, as it rolled up a nondescript dark blue sleeve and held the needle over a vein.

"Oh, and remember to move the bait to the end of the corridor," the voice added, before it terminated the call and plunged the needle into the vein.

There was a brief wince of pain, and then the figure smiled and relaxed into the chair. As the serum began to swim through the veins, spreading easily through the figure's bloodstream, a hand reached out and tapped another button.

Instantly, the monitors above the console were filled with images.

Ross Gellar, Joey Tribbianni, and Monica Gellar-Bing… Captain Nemo, Doctor Henry Jekyll and Phoebe Buffay… Rodney Skinner, Rachel Green and Professor Alexander Hartdegen…

All nine of them, trapped in three cages, either unconscious or badly beaten, and with their weapons- Nemo's sword, the guns that had been in the apartment- all confiscated and kept in a cupboard in the science division, only a couple of hundred metres away from the League.

The figure smiled.

Soon, the League would pay for the wrongs they would do…

And then their 'friends', who would aid those monsters in spreading further disharmony in this time, would follow them.

Kaitlin chuckled.

"This is for you, great-grandfathers…" she smiled, as she raised her hand and watched as the skin began to slowly fade away.…