Taken In Again

Disclaimer: It's a fanfiction, what do you expect? I own whatever wasn't invented already.

Henry awoke to the faint sound of metal banging together. His eyes were blinded for a second, which is until he opened them to see a fire blazing in front of him. It was bright and warm, surrounded by rust colored bricks and hard cold stone. He could feel a slight pain on his side, which turned out to be his upper arm. As he squinted, he could see bandages wrapped around it, slightly saturated with a dark red color. The doctor slowly got up, and turned his head right to see a small wooden table next to where he was, crammed with several bottles. He took one and held it up to his eyes. He could faintly see the description:

27% H2O2

"Hydrogen Peroxide…"

As Henry attempted to get up from where he lay, he became conscious that he was on a small blue couch, and a dark green flannel throw lay over him. His head began to pound as he did so, and he could also feel his stomach hurt and rumble from hunger. He gave the scorching fire one more glance, and slowly curved his head around to his surroundings. The room was dark; the walls a warm forest green. Besides the fire, light glowed from several candles and small tiny lights by the windows, which were draped by thick brown curtains. Leather cases and books were everywhere, and a small bed with various covers lay against the back wall. The room was small but long, and had another long passageway all the way at the right end of the back wall, and a small, square separate passageway at the left end. The left wall held a giant cabinet, and an archway in which light radiated from. Henry, once sustained, could hear the noise he woke up to coming from the room. Suddenly cautious, he subconsciously grabbed for a formula, that is until he realized his black formal jacket from before was not on him. Looking around the room, he could not find any sight of it, still sitting on the dark blue couch. Henry attempted to get up, and stumbled across the floor, having to grasp the wall for support. Obviously making noise, he suddenly heard the sounds from the other room come to an abrupt stop for a few seconds, and then continuing on.

Where are we?

"I don't know…" Henry replied to his other half.

Well do something about it!

Henry tried his best to keep his voice down, keeping his yells to a low whisper. "I'm trying my best to get some answers without the attempt of us getting killed!"

Well whoever it was that brought you here must be a help…look at your arm, they healed your wound!

And he did. "Yes…or caused it…"

Bravely, Henry Jekyll walked cautiously to the lighted archway, and peeked his head threw. The room was small as well, with ivory colored wallpaper, and was recognized to Henry's mind as a kitchen.

A small table was in the center, plain and wooden. Four matching chairs accompanied it, and a small vase of fresh flowers stood in the center. It was set for two, which made Henry gulp.

Slowly turning his head, Henry saw several marble counters with open bottoms, and could also see the few, small, kitchen items they held. On top of them were several pans of food, giving off a ravenous aroma. By where he stood the doctor could smell something familiar in the pans. The counters cornered and continued on to the south wall, and hovering over them was a woman. Henry automatically observed her piercing pale-blue eyes, and recognized her as the woman he danced with last night…or at least he believed it was last night…that questioned his mask. This made Henry freeze in his position. She was slightly smiling. As Henry studied her now fully shown face, he took in her square beige face with delicate features…her small stunning eyes…her soft petite nose…her puckered round lips…Henry could notice the radiance her face gave off. He familiarized her medium golden blonde, very wavy hair. She wore a beautiful Victorian, dark red velvet corset with boning channels and fastened with a strong busk. She wore a matching, draping handkerchief taffeta skirt as well. She also wore an emerald green renaissance under dress made of very thin cotton, and decorated with a golden trim. A long necklace draped around her neck, and a silver pendant of a star dangled at the end.

"Hello." She said…in the same voice that Henry remembered.

"Hi."

A few moments of silence passed with the two staring into each other's eyes.

"You must be hungry."

"Oh, um…"

"Take a seat. I just finished making dinner."

Henry obeyed, taking a seat by the small round wooden table.

The woman a few minutes later joined Henry with two plates of food, one a little more full than the other. This plate went to Henry. On it laid a piece of roasted chicken, a pile of cooked vegetables; carrots and beets, another pile of brown rice, and a dinner roll. The woman dug into her plate as soon as she sat down while Henry cautiously cut his chicken to spare some time. He was very hungry, but neither he nor Edward was sure if this woman could be trusted. After a minute or two the woman got up and went to a miniature icebox and retrieved two small bottles of milk. She set them on the table.

Henry was still playing with his food when the woman sat down again and looked up to the nervous doctor.

"It's alright…I didn't poison it." Her eyes never lay off her plate.

Henry looked up to her glowing face and back down to his food. He took his silver fork and pierced the chicken with it. He raised it to his mouth, and it entered, and he chewed. It was good.

After nothing bad happening, Henry, out of subconscious hunger, rushed the dinner into his mouth, quite un-politely. The woman chuckled.

"I'm Alisha, by the way. I was walking home from the ball last night and passed by an alleyway, only to notice a group of men hovering over your body. I instantly recognized you from when we danced. I fought them off and took you here. One of them had apparently shot you in the arm, and I could notice another man must have given you a large blow on the head or something, considering that you were unconscious…does your head hurt?"

Henry nodded, still shoving his food into his mouth, a little more courteously than before now that he had regained some pleasure.

"How about your arm, does that hurt too?" she was now making eye contact.

"A little."

"Well, I removed the bullet and cleaned the wound once we got back here. I laid you on the couch and put a blanket over you, and kept the fire going so you would keep warm. You've been out for quite a while now."

"Oh." Henry wondered if the league would be wondering where he was.

"My name is Henry."

"I know…Henry Jekyll, other half named Edward Hyde, current member of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen…former doctor to England…I know the whole story. I almost instantly recognized you from the mask, really. You should be more careful about that." Alisha smiled.

"How do you know?" Henry immediately became vigilant.

Alisha stayed calm. "Oh I know all about you, Rodney, Tom, Nemo, Mina, Allan…"

"Allan died."

"Oh, did he?" Alisha's head instantaneously lifted from her view of the table. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh…well I didn't know him very well, not like some of the others."

"Oh…"

"But how do you know about all of us?"

"I can see part of the future you know, and I saw the league. I get these feelings in the back of my mind sometimes and then I just know something is going to happen. I'm a psychic…but I looked up every resource I could get and found the files on all of you…that's why I went to the ball, that's why I danced with you…that's why I observed your mask the way I did...and that's why I brought you back here and saved your life."

Henry was taken aback. "Oh…" he staggered in his words as Edward grumbled in his mind.

"The league is probably looking for you right about now if not earlier. It's been one full day since the ball."

"Oh my! W-where would they be? Where are we now?"

"I'll take you to the Nautilus in a few minutes. Let me just get my things together." Alisha had just finished her plate, got up to the sink and placed them in the interior. She took a rag of the counter and wiped her hands, then disappeared through the archway. Henry still sat there, his plate clean as well. He replicated Alisha's actions and went through the archway as well into the dark, glowing room. As soon as he went through, Alisha came out of the small square passageway with a case, bulky from various items.

"What's all that?"

"You'll see." Alisha said with a smile.

"Come on!"

Alisha led Henry back into the kitchen, and out threw a glass door that led to a lighted street.

It was dark outside; Henry could see the lighted elongated lamps that ran down the street.

"Here's your jacket, by the way." Alisha threw Henry; him almost stumbling upon his bad catch. "You're probably going to need it."

As Henry attempted to put it on over his body, Alisha seemed to be getting on something. He fastened the buttons on the front of his jacket and looked up to Alisha, who was floating in mid-air, it looked like.

"Well, get on." She motioned her hand for him to sit on what seemed to look like a broom stick.

"Um,"

"Just swing your leg over."

And Henry did so, awkwardly. The broom began to rise.

"Whoa---"

"Wrap your arms around my waist, just for precautions. I wouldn't want you to fall off; we're going to be pretty high you know."

"Um, ok."

Henry, as he was told, draped his arms around the witch's waist. Not tight enough for her not to be able to breathe, but tight enough to show his anxiety. She was warm.

They rose higher and higher, to almost about 250 feet above ground. Henry looked down, and saw the streets of Germany get smaller and smaller.

"So you're a witch?"

"You got it."

"A good witch?"

Alisha pondered that for a moment.

"…sometimes." she said with a smirk, and together they flew off above the German night, away to the Nautilus and the league.