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The One Where They Help Save the World

"'Eep," Chandler squeaked, as he looked around at the corridor they'd found themselves in. It was long, with steep, dazzlingly bright white walls, only marred now and again by a few grey doors in the sides, and some small holes in the side of the walls that he couldn't quite identify.

"Guns," a voice said from behind him.

Looking back, Chandler saw Mina standing behind him, looking at the nearest one of the holes with a grim expression.

"What?" he asked, hoping he'd misheard her.

"I can see gun barrels in those holes," the vampire said, looking back at Chandler. "I don't know what kind of firepower they'll be using, but I think it's a safe bet that you two won't be able to withstand it."

She looked down the corridor, nodded briefly at herself, and then jumped briefly into the air, was surrounded by bats, and flew down the corridor. Gunfire was heard as she passed by the holes in the wall, but, even as the two men watched, large scratches appeared in the walls, the gunfire stopped, a loud tearing sound was heard, and then Mina was standing at the end of the corridor, various gun-barrels clutched in her hands that had once been in the wall.

She looked back at the others. "That was easy enough," she said dismissively, as she looked down at the metal shards in her hands; her new clothes weren't even scratched yet.

"Wow…" Chandler said, dazed slightly at the incredible speed of the vampire.

Then he looked back down at Emma, and shook his amazement off; they had work to do.

"Just move carefully," Sawyer said, raising his gun slightly as the three of them began to walk forward. "Right now, we're moving into unknown enemy territory; these guys could come out from any side."

"Ugh…." Rachel groaned, as she slowly blinked her eyes open. "What hit me…?"

Then she remembered.

Gunmen had broken into the apartment.

"Oh my God… EMMA!" Rachel cried, sitting sharply upright, desperate to know that her daughter was all right…

And she froze.

She wasn't in Monica and Chandler's apartment….

She was in a cage!

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed in horror, looking around herself for a way out…

Her eyes fell on the collapsed bodies of Skinner and Hartdegen.

She smiled slightly in relief.

At least this might help her…

She grabbed Hartdegen by the lapels, hauled his comatose form until it was only a few inches from her face, and then yelled at him, "WAKE UP!"

Hartdegen's eyes blinked open, and he stared up at the sight in front of him.

"Oh, it's you…" he said, before raising one hand to clutch at his head. "Uh… what happened to me?"

"We've been kidnapped!" Rachel yelled at him.

"WHAT!" Hartdegen said, sitting straight up to look at his surroundings at that comment…

And regretting it as a fresh wave of pain tore through his head.

"Ouch…" he groaned, grabbing his head in his hands again. He looked up at Rachel critically. "You know, couldn't you have just left me to recover on my own?"

"Oh, and what if somebody comes in to… y'know, do stuff?" Rachel said, her anger concealing any fear she might be feeling. "I work in fashion, damnit; I'm not meant to get involved in a hostage situation! You're the superhero; you're meant to know how to handle this kind of thing!"

"Miss Green, I don't know what your definition of a hero is, but I can assure you that I'm not what you seem to think I should be; I'm just a physics teacher who developed a time machine!" Hartdegen yelled back at her. "I'm hardly better equipped than you are to handle anything that may try and kill us!"

"Indeed," a voice said from above them.

Hartdegen and Rachel spun around, trying to see who had just spoken…

And seeing nothing.

Hartdegen sighed; he hated this kind of villain.

"Who are you?" he called out, assuming that the system he was dealing with was a two-way one. "Why have you brought us here?"

"My name is not important," the voice said (Now that Hartdegen was expecting it, he noted he couldn't even tell if it was male or female; the person was evidently disguising their voice somehow). "You do not know me, Alexander Hartdegen, but trust me; I know you."

Hartdegen nodded thoughtfully at that. "So, you're someone we'll encounter in our future and your past? And you brought us here to kill us before we do any of the things we did to you; is that it?"

"The essential details are accurate, Mr Hartdegen," the voice said, almost sounding like it was concealing admiration. "You do your League great credit."

"I try," Hartdegen said, shrugging casually. Then he raised a curious eyebrow. "So, if you don't mind, why have you brought us here anyway?"

"Simple," the voice said, as a large screen lowered down in front of Rachel and Hartdegen. "Bait for the last two." The voice almost seemed to chuckle. "After all, where's the fun in taking down the entire League without giving them a bit of a fight?"

The screen suddenly cleared, to reveal three figures tackling at least ten figures clad in red robes, one of them holding what almost looked like a baby-carrier…

Rachel paled in horror.

"EMMA!" she screamed, recognising the small figure in the carrier. "What… CHANDLER!" she yelled again, recognising the man holding her baby as he hit an opponent in the head with a gun, knocking the man down for the count.

"Tom? Mina?" Hartdegen said, staring at the scene in front of him as his two friends fought their way through their foes; despite the obvious disadvantage of numbers, the two of them appeared to be holding their own fairly well nevertheless, knocking down several adversaries even as they watched.

Smiling, Hartdegen looked up towards the microphone. "It would appear your complacency was misplaced, my friend," he said casually. "Our friends are coming for us, and they've already taken down most of your soldiers without much difficulty."

The voice chuckled. "Oh, my complacency wasn't misplaced, Hartdegen," it said, sounding annoyingly confident. "Check this out."

The screen changed view, this time showing what looked like a hanger of some kind. In it stood three large metallic suits, each one about the same size as three men standing on top of each other, large guns in both hands and a long line of bullet shells connected up to something in the robot's back.

"Ah crap," Rachel whispered, looking at the suits in front of her.

"What?" Hartdegen asked, looking over at Rachel. "You know those things?"

"Only from a movie I saw a while back," Rachel replied, looking back at Chandler. "It was called 'The Matrix Revolutions'; featured a bunch of humans trying to stop a race of sentient machines." Nothing Hartdegen's blank expression, she shrugged. "Think the Terminator, but less talkative and more willing to just shoot everybody to get at their target."

"Ah," Hartdegen said, nodding in understanding. "So, not good, I assume?"

"Not really, if they're anything like their movie counterparts," Rachel said, looking back at the suits. "Whatever else you guys are, I don't think bulletproof is one of your powers."

"Indeed…" a voice gasped from one side. "Which is why… we have to get… out of here…"

Hartdegen and Rachel spun around in the direction of the voice, stopping short when they saw, standing just off to one side of them…

Henry Jekyll, Captain Nemo, and Phoebe Buffay, standing beside the cage, Jekyll clutching a large bottle of something in his right hand while Phoebe held him up by his left arm.

"Jekyll! Nemo!" Hartdegen smiled, looking eagerly between his two friends. Then his eagerness vanished, replaced by a more curious expression. "How did you get out?"

"Lockpicks in Nemo's turban," Phoebe explained, indicating the Indian scientist. "They probably didn't think he'd have anything on him apart from the sword."

"Unluckily for them," Nemo smiled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a set of small metallic devices, which he then stuck in the cage lock and began to shimmy around for a few moments, the door popping open after that.

"YES!" Rachel yelled, punching the air and hugging Hartdegen in delight. "We're free!"

"Yeah, right… little… help here?" a voice said from the ground.

"Wha… Skinner?" Hartdegen began to ask, before looking down and seeing the thief; they'd almost forgotten about him in the excitement. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine… just a bit sore…" Skinner replied, as Hartdegen took his hand and hauled the invisible man to his feet, slinging the arm over his shoulder as he did so. "So… what… now?"

"Simple," Phoebesaid, indicating a third cage a bit off to the side, whose inhabitants all still appeared to be unconscious. "Wake up those guys, have Doctor J. take his serum, get out of here, and then tear through these guys and save the day!"

Rachel was about to protest, but then she stopped and shrugged.

"You know, Pheebs, when you put it like that, it almost seems like we have a chance," she said, smiling at her friend. She looked at Jekyll, slumped beside Phoebe, still not the most alert of men, and sighed. "Well, almost; we'd need everyone to be active first."

Jekyll looked up at that. He looked like he was about to speak again, but he changed his mind. Instead he reached over, popped open the bottle in his hands, and swallowed it down.

He looked over at Rachel, looking as though he was trying to refrain from screaming.

"You think I'm the weak link, Miss Green?" he asked, raising an inquiring eyebrow. "Then check this out…"

He screamed in pain as his shoulders and arms began to bulk out, tearing through his new shirt as they grew; fortunately the collar was already open, otherwise Jekyll may have been strangled by the sudden pressure on his neck no matter how strong he was.

In a few seconds, the large, muscular form of Edward Hyde was standing before the League and their friends, grinning casually at Rachel.

"Thanks for the prompt," he said to her. "I was getting so sick of being stuck in that worm's mind."

Rachel blinked vacantly at the sight in front of her. "H…Hyde?" she aside, partly for confirmation and partly just because she couldn't think of anything else.

"Who were you expecting; Edgar Allan Poe?" Hyde asked. Then he looked back at the still-occupied cage and sighed. "Let's just get your friends out of here and go."

Before anyone else could say anything, Hyde marched over towards the cage, grabbed the bars, and pulled them apart as though they were just paper. Reaching down, he scooped up Ross and Monica, slinging their unconscious bodies over his shoulder and picking Joey up in his hands, passing him over to Nemo.

"Let's just get out of here and kill something," Hyde grunted, as he began to lope casually towards a nearby door, punching through it with a minimal amount of effort. He walked through it, looked down a corridor…

And then dived back through the door as bullets began to fly past him.

"What the- what was that?" Rachel asked, indicating the bullets.

"Massive metal things about my size!" Hyde yelled, looking at her. "And trust me, they don't seem to want us to get out of here!"

"What?" Hartdegen asked, looking up at Hyde in shock. "Rachel and I saw those things only a few minutes ago; they weren't even active then! How could our foe get them going so fast?"

"It mustn't have been a live feed…" Rachel said, sighing in frustration as she collapsed back onto the ground. "Great; we're cornered by something from a highly elaborate movie, we have no weapons, and the invisible guy's our best shot at escape and he can barely even walk!"

"Hey!" Skinner yelled, removing his arm from Hartdegen's shoulder and looking at her with what might have been an angry expression if half his face paint hadn't been rubbed off; as it was, he just looked like he'd been shot. "I'll have you know I'm perfectly weeeeeeeeee…"

He slipped over his own feet and fell to the floor.

"There, you see!" Rachel asked, indicating Skinner's dazed form. "How can we stop these guys!"

"Well," Hartdegen said, looking back at the damaged cages, "I do have an idea about that…"