AN/ Well, here, at last, is my third spirit fic. As always, the same rules apply; it is not a Mary-Sue, I don't own anything except for the spirits, and if you read it, please leave a kind review. Hope you enjoy. Also, if you haven't already, please take the time to read my first two spirit fics: Nightcrawler Spirit and Sparrow Spirit. (In that order.) They'll explain more to you about the spirits, or if you get confused, let me know and I'll clear it up for you. Cheers.

The room was old and dusty, marinated in history. What seemed like thousands of books sat on shelves lining the walls. There were high-back decorative chairs for those who wanted to sit and read one of those ancient books, or perhaps enjoy a glass of sherry from the drinks cart.

I noticed that also along one of the walls there was a glass cabinet. I walked over to the cabinet and peered into it. Massive, colourful sea shells, dozens of exotic beetles and butterflies pinned to a board, (An image of Mina pinning Dorian to a wall with a cane sword flashed in my mind,) animal skulls I couldn't quite place the species of and a long tusk, like a unicorn horn, but I recognised it as being from a narwhal whale instead. Then I saw a grey, feathered thing that made me wrinkle my nose in disgust. It took me a few seconds to work out what it was, but then I realized it was a dodo bird. And old, stuffed dodo bird.

"Hmmm…this must be a cabinet of curiosities," I thought, looking over the structure as a whole. "Cool."

The sound of doors opening made me turn around. Two man entered the room. One I supposed was a miscellaneous servant of some kind. The other one was wearing a black trench coat that appeared to be made out of leather. He also wore a wide-brimmed hat with two peaks. However, this man had no head and no hands. Well, he had them, but I couldn't see them. A smile appeared on my face as I first laid eyes on my new assignment, Rodney Skinner.

"Please wait in here, sir," the servant told Skinner.

The invisible man saw me. I could tell because his hat was turned in my direction. "Yeah, all right," he said to the man, who left, closing the doors.

"Hello," I said, holding out my hand. "You must be Skinner."

He stepped forward and shook my hand. It was bizarre. His hand felt solid, yet it could not be seen. "Yes, I am." Skinner said, cockney accent showing through. "Rodney Skinner, gentleman thief. And who might you be?"

"You can call me Nikita," I said.

"Have you come to join this little organisation too?" Skinner asked.

"Sort of, but it's a little more complicated then that. You see, I'm a spirit."

Skinner took a step back. "What, like a ghost?"

I winced. "No, I wouldn't really say that. I have been sent here to guide you for the next few weeks. I know what's going to happen to you during that time and I am going to help you through it."

Skinner was quiet, contemplating me.

"All you have to do is trust me," I said.

I imagined him quirking an eyebrow. "Right," he said. It was hard to tell if he believed me or not. "So you're just going to follow me around and help me out?"

I smiled. He was getting the basic idea. "Something like that, yeah."

"Won't that seem a little strange?"

I almost laughed. "No. I'll be invisible to everyone except you, and as long as you don't tell anyone about me, we won't have a problem."

Skinner chuckled. "You're invisible to everyone except for me and I'm invisible to everyone, period."

"Except for me," I said.

"What?"

"If I choose to, I can see you, or at least your outline."

"Really?"

"Yes."

I blinked, but it wasn't a normal blink. When I opened my eyes, the whites of my eyes had turned black. Now I could see the amazed expression on Skinner's face. "Now I can see you," I explained. I had dubbed this new power of mine 'Skinner Vision'.

"And how do I look?" Skinner asked with a cocky smile.

I shrugged. "Not bad. I've seen worse. " Skinner laughed. "There's just a few more things I should tell you," I added. "You're also the only one who can hear me, so you'll have to be careful when you're talking to me because it won't be good if people saw, or heard you rather, talking to yourself. You understand?"

Skinner nodded. "Yes."

"Also," I said. "Eventually I'm going to leave you, but I will let you know before I go."

"All right," Skinner said. "Sounds good. So, what's the whole 'League of Extraordinary Gentlemen' about, eh?" His eyes darted to the drinks cart. "Mind if I…?"

"No, go ahead," I said. Skinner all but dived on the cart. "Um, well, are you aware of the impending war?"

"Yeah, I've heard of it," Skinner said as he poured himself a drink. "Want one?"

"No, thank you," I said. "Well, the reason why the League was formed is because you, along with some others whom we'll meet later, are going to attempt to stop the man who's trying to start this war." It wasn't the real truth as to why the League had been formed, but I could not tell him that the real reason was so that the Fantom could make an army of Hydes, vampires, and invisible men, all in copies of Nemo's ship.

Skinner acted unimpressed. "Oh, is that all?"

I smiled slowly and sighed. "Well, it won't be easy."

"Yeah, but you'll be looking after me, right?" Skinner asked.

"Yes."

"So what do I have to worry about?"

I smiled. It was almost sad. I didn't have the heart to tell him about the guy with the flame thrower we would eventually meet.

Skinner raised his glass to me. "Cheers, Nikita."

"Here's to a great partnership," I said, trying to make it sound like it was going to be a piece of cake.

"I'll drink to that," Skinner said happily, and he did.

AN/ Well, it's a start at least. I got the cabinet of curiosities idea from one of the commentaries on the LXG DVD. The director said that in the location where they shot the meeting scene, in another room there was a cabinet of curiosities with a real, stuffed "disgusting-looking" dodo bird. I took that idea and used it, as all authors do. Please review! The next chapter will be up soon, I promise!