A/N – Since I was so brilliant and didn't actually write out any form of a plot line, here's another chapter, thanks to Spellcaster Hikaru. Now let the story commence…after disclaimers of course…

Disclaimer – im pore, I cant spel goode, do you really think I created a movie or anything that would have been able to give me a boat load of cash? I don't think so…

Henry Jekyll had a bad feeling about something, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly. A gut instinct, one could say. "I hope we made the right decision, leaving Tom in Africa."

Mina Harker, resident chemist and vampire of course, glanced up from her current work with a questioning look upon her face, "What ever do you mean Doctor?"

"Well I just don't know how smart it was leaving Tom alone in Africa when something seemed to be off. I know you all know how strange he'd been acting since…"

"He'll a grown man Doctor, he can take care of himself, we have no need to worry. When he is ready we will return to him and he will be his just old self again, he just needs some time to accept Quatermain's death." Captain Nemo responded in an absolute tone.

"Besides, how much trouble can one chap get into all by his lonesome, give the guy some credit," Skinner flippantly added.

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"Why me?" Tom Sawyer was currently praying to any god who would care to listen.

"What do you mean, why you, I'm the one who has to suffer through this torture of your complaining and moping. And Sawyer, I've been through your memories and you have no one to blame but you yourself. Honestly, its your fault that Quatermain died, you were stupid enough to get caught, and well, I'm sure you know the story."

"Shut the hell up Gray, you have no idea what your talking about. It's not my fault, so don't twist the story of what happened."

"Who's twisting? You think its Skinner, its obviously not, said invisible person holds knife to your throat, Quatermain saves your sorry ass, and now he's dead and your not, now please tell me that it is not your fault. Oh, and don't forget that due to your underlying guilt over the death that you caused to your only father figure, correct me if I am wrong in calling him that, that I have the unfortunate pleasure of being trapped in the little head of the stupendously stupid, inconceivably dull Tom Sawyer, now tell me how that is not YOUR FAULT."

"I told you to SHUT UP so I can concentrate on removing your snarky ass from my mind."

"I will not shut-up over something that is your fault till you fix this problem and return me to my former status, or better yet, my former body so I can destroy you for all the crap I'm going through right now."

With that final statement Sawyer's body flew upright from his previously sitting position.

"Wha- what did you do Gray" Sawyer glancing around himself looking for a reason as to what just happened.

"I do believe that this situation may be working to my advantage Agent Sawyer."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"Oh, you will find out eventually, my regrettable companion" Gray whispered softly in Sawyers mind before going silent.

"Gray? GRAY! Answer me, what are you talking about?"

A/N – I was going to keep going but it just seemed to end here… I don't know, but I will hopefully update sooner than a year or two… sorry about that…. But don't flame me over it, I'm sorry as it is… and I am aware that people probably don't speak Spanish in Africa, but that's the language I thought of at the time, and I apologize for anyone who doesn't like that idea… but any ways R/R

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