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It was nearly a week later when we arrived in London. Angie was able to walk with help and each day she was getting stronger. Jekyll had warned her time and time again to take it easy.
As we entered the hansom that would take us to our uncles apartment Sawyer offered his arm to Angie to help her into the cab. Angie smiled at him and accepted graciously. I had to stifle back a laugh the last time Angie had behaved that lady like was, well, never. Skinner also insisted on helping me into the cab.
"Score one for the handsome man," I heard him mumble.
"Where," asked Mina.
"Well he's obviously talking about me," laughed Sawyer
"Actually I was talking 'bout me," pouted Skinner.
"Don't flatter yourself," said Jekyll flatly.
"Is everyone here against me," demanded Skinner.
"Only when you're trying to flirt," Sawyer assured him.
Quartermain was talking to the cabbie. "We need the fastest possible way to Baker Street."
"Course Gov, I can get you there in ten minutes," answered the cabbie brightly.
The carriage lurched along, and a sudden feeling of uneasiness settled on my head. Something was off, I didn't quite know what, but something. A church bell rang nine o' clock and I knew something was wrong. I turned to the rest of the group, "Where did we get into this cab?"
"East London docks," responded Nemo.
"Why 'Firi," asked Angie. "What's wrong?"
"There is no church between there and Baker Street," I answered.
Dark looks were exchanged, the group seemed disturbed. Quartermain took out a large hunting knife and cut a section out of the back of the carriage. He gestured us out of the cab. We slipped out unnoticed by the driver, and they looked around. I was more than a little worried; someone obviously wanted the league dead. The thought had barely a moment to slip through my mind when Quartermain yelled at us to get down; Angie grabbed my arm and pulled me down behind a large crate. More people were shooting at us.
"Someone must really want you two dead," remarked Sawyer in an almost nonchalant way as he raised his gun to fire at one of them.
"It could be you they want dead," returned Angie as she caused a large stone to go flying toward another man's head.
"It's not all 'bout you two," argued Skinner. "They could want all of us dead."
I threw a knife hitting one of the men between the eyes. "That seems as if it would be the most plausible answer."
Quartermain shot down the last gunman. "The last thing I need right now is a comedy troop," he said flatly.
We looked at the fallen gunmen. A cold feeling invaded my stomach; I didn't want to be here anymore. These people were bent on murder; it had been their duty to kill us all. The sound of police whistles made us aware of the racket we had been making. Silently we slipped down several alley ways and left the bodies lying cold and lifeless in the street.
When we finally arrived at Baker Street Angie and I strode confidently up the steps and rang the bell.
Mrs. Hudson opened the door and shrieked with delight at seeing us both safe and sound. She had spent many hours predicting gloom and doom for us when we had left. "Miss Angie, Miss Ophira," she gushed happily, "oh thank the good lord in heaven the two of you are safe!"
"We came to see our uncle Mrs. Hudson," Angie explained, "we won't be staying long."
"Oh of course, of course, he's upstairs. Do you want to be announced properly?"
"No I think we'll just go ahead up, he probably already knows we're here," laughed Angie. She gestured for the league to follow her up the staircase to our uncle's apartment. She flung open the door and laughed, "Uncle we're home!"
From inside I could hear his calm mellow voice answer, "I know that Angie, please do come inside and tell your friends they may do so also. Please make yourselves at home Gentlemen and Madam. Now Angie, I am certain that you have quite a story to tell me."
"Gosh, do I!"
"Don't use 'Gosh' Angie," I corrected quietly. "It's such awful slang."
AN: Wow that was a long time. Sorry to everyone about that, I've been really busy with school and friends. Anyway for reviewing this chapter I'm giving out Mina Plushies. By the end you fantabulous reviewers will have a plushies of each of the league members. Now to respond to some reviews...
Caiden McBrien: Sorry it took so long between posts. I hope this chapter is just as good as the others.
Faust: giggle figurative plushies are the best. Thanks for the review.
Samyo: Thank you for pointing that out to me,I would have gone on saying Siberia for the rest of the story.
StriderX: I have been told repeatedly by my friend i based Angie off of that this WILL be an Angie/Tom fic. Ophira/Skinner is a posibility.