PHASES

Chapter one: The morning after.

I awoke naked, warm and not alone.

I jerked back from the naked body next to me and fell on to the cold wood floor, my were legs tangled in the sheets.

I laid in the floor for a moment or two trying to think of where I was and who I was with last night and to cradle my head that was staring throb with dull pain. I didn't have to try to remember much longer when Tom came around the bed and helped me to my feet.

He was being my pretend husband.

I was his pretend bride.

Yes, yes that was right. We made love...Last night well, not much love when your pretending to be in love for the sake of a mission.

What was the mission anyways?

Ugh,I can't remember things anymore, I'll ask Tom...Eventually.

''You okay?'' He asked, kissing me on my forehead.

''I am fine, just startled.'' I smiled warmly, he makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

I sound like a care bear or a sappy romance novel.

Tom suddenly scoped me up and carried me to the bed, I bounced a bit when he plopped me down. I giggled at his bare manly-ness and he pushed me back and crawled on top of me, I smoothed the bangs from his eyes. ''Don't we have to go down stairs and meet someone, one of your friends?'' I asked, hoping that was what we were suppose to being doing.

''No.'' He said at first, unsure and then as his eyes flickered from mine to the nape of my neck. ''No, we don't need to.''

''Oh. I thought we did.'' I frowned abit, I dunno if I was allowed to ask directly unless the room was bugged.

Wait. Hold up, wait a sec. This is alike a fucking century ago, it's been like a decade since people could spy on eachother using cool gadets so...Why would anyone enemy spies or not have that technology? Well,...If you think of what Nemo has done then I would have to think yeah. But...Seriously. Could anyone really?

Nope.

Warms lips sucked at my neck, does this guy ever stop?

...Okay, maybe I don't want him to stop. It feels nice to be with someone, even for pretend.

I noticed how pouty his lips were as he looked up at me and smiled, I smiled back. I could kiss them so, I placed a little and kissed the corner of his mouth, his lips latched to mine and one thing began to lead to another. I was getting lost in the heat again, he was so warm, I know I felt like a ice sickle to him but he seem not to mind very much. A kiss here, a kiss there, rubbing and touching each other...What was the mission again?

''Hey Tom...'' I blurted out.

''Yes?'' He half whispered, kissing my shoulder.

''Are we still 'pretending'?'' I half smiled, nervously.

Tom raised his head up slowly and looked at me, the look...Was confused, knowing, embarrassed and worried. It was everything and I squinted to analyze each one. Confused about his feelings, perhaps? knowledge of actions? Embarrassed at the realization? Worried...About what?

''You don't know, do you.'' I said, sighing.

I avoided looking into his eyes, I could tell that he was trying to analyze me in turn but, I wasn't going to let him decide for himself.

''Know what, exactly?'' He gave me one of his world famous smirks, how the smile could shift crookedly to the side gave me goosebumps.

I felt compiled to kiss him and without thinking much of it I did.

I randomly kissed him, short and sweet. He looked a bit surprised and even blushed a little, I laughed.

Tom smiled and kissed me back before saying, ''Are we pretending anymore?''

''I don't think so, but we're pretty convincing.'' I smiled.

Oh, yeah...

''That reminds me, what's the mission?''

''The mission? Pretend to be newlyweds, sneak under some german spies noses and I find out what they know.''

''Oh.''

''You forgot, didn't you.'' He laughed

''Yeah...I did.'' I agreed.

''Oh, was Rod-I mean Skinner apart of this?'' I asked.

''Yeah, He sneaked into the spies's rooms while they were spying on us.''

''So, that's why I was feeling like I was being watched last night?''

''Pretty much.''

''So...The Germans saw everything?''

''Yep.''

''Why do I feel cold and embarassed?''

Tom frowned thinking and then he smiled, ''Because ya are?''

I nodded, playfully pushing him off of me, "Come'on Thomas...Enough of fooling around.'' I mimicked his accent, grinning at him like a amused cat.

''Where are we going?'' He asked picking up my bra and throwing at me.

I missed and picked them up off the floor, I threw him his pants...Maybe a little too hard. But I can't help but play mean. Tom smiled, wickedly and flinged my noe-noes (panties) like a sling shot at my face. As I began slipped one foot at a time he had the nerve to throw my shirt at my head. I lost my balance and fell sideways, he laughed and laughed I narrowed my eyes into slits. I quickly and kinda roughly pulled them on and grabbed my shirt off my head, I hastily buttoned it up and did a running jump on the bed. I grabbed what I was driving for and threw it, it-Being a fluffy pillow- hit my target in the back of his head. He spuned around shocked then he grinned and ran at me. I ducked as he lunged at me and we rolled into the floor, good thing he was underneath me. I don't think my body could take his.

''Hello'' I said casually, resting my chin on his chest.

''Hi.'' He said affectionately, touching the back of my head.

I sat up, still sitting on him. ''To the question you asked before, we are going back to that giant ship thingy...''

He raised an eyebrow at me.

''The thing that Nemo built...Nu-Thingy.''

''Nuilitus.''

''Yeah, that thing.''

He chuckled and patted my head.

I got up and looked for my skirt, which I found and slipped on. I look at myself in the body mirror hanging in the corner, I straighten my hair in place. I began wiping the sleepies at out of my eyes. Tom came up behind and handed me my stockings, I thanked him.

''Wow.'' He said, staring at me with a smile on his.

''What?'' I asked alittle annoyned. All I did was get dressed.

''I never noticed before...'' he trailed off.

''What?'' I asked again.

''Your hair...Is down. Usually it's up in a tail.'' He smiled again...I was starting to hate that smile of his.

''Yeah...Girls in this day and age usually don't wear their hair like I do, it's either a bun-which I despise- or down.'' I said this matter-of-factly like.

He just stood there Tom like with his hands in his pockets, his braces hanging around his waist, shirt half buttoned with a smile plastered on his face. I pushed him slightly out of my way and he laughed a little in that raspy tone. I stopped at the room door, ''Hey! Where are my shoes?''

I turn around and there they were in his hands and he was grinning like a wicked cat.

I stole them and put them on and headed out the door.

I almost forgotten that we were in this grand hotel, everything seemed to sparkle. I smile politely as I past other couples or random gentlemen as we past them by on the long grand staircase. I hanged on Tom's arm, like a young wife would do. Some people smiled at the young couple heading out of the lobby and other's didn't take a notice at all. Outside Nemo's car waited.

''You called a cab?'' I laughed.

''No, Nemo.'' He said very matter-of-factly.

I didn't think you knew what I meant but, that was okay because I could laugh at random times and and call him an idiot. He would think for no reason, but I would know better. Ha.

Man...I really need to get out more.

It started to rain like always in england and he hurried me to the car for we didn't have a umbrella. He opened the door like a gentlemen and I threw myself in and found myself in the lap of none other then who me and Miss Harker affectionately refer to as 'Mister Q'.

I quickly sat myself in the middle, akwardly sitting between 'son and 'father'.

''So, how did everything go, boy?'' The old man asked the young man.

I knew he said 'boy' so, I wouldn't speak up. Me and him haven't been on the best of terms since well...I called him 'a grumpy old fart that needs to go back to the Sahara so, he can continue frying his old senile mind.' At least Skinner laughed, after that dinner time was forever uneasy. I guess I am too much of a modern American young female for them, with the right to vote and the right to hold property without my husband's permission or some shit like that.

Oooo...Scary.

I listen to Tom talk to Quatermain, apparently we were the distraction. The plan relied on the two of us and Skinner, Our job was to act like were married and The Germans would be cautious around a young American couple especially when they appeared out of nowhere and show up at the same hotel that the they were staying in. Skinner would come in when the two spies were spying on us 'making love' and what not and snoop around looking for anything incriminating really. I was beginning to wonder if the Germans were peering at us through the paintings on the wall, exactly like some Scooby-Doo shit.

''So, did Skinner find anything?'' Tom asked, peering over at the old man on my right.

I laid back against the seat so the two wouldn't have trouble conversing.

''Maybe.'' The old fart grinned at the Tom.

''Well, we're we convincing? Me and Sybil?'' The blonde cutie asked.

''From what I heard from Skinner...''Mr.Q began.

Skinner saw us? Fuck. I didn't want everyone to know that we did...We had relations.

''That the two of you even fooled him.'' He finished laughing, maybe he was mostly proud of Tom...The way he laughed.

Tom blushed alittle and turn to hide by looking out the window.

I sat in the middle, resting my head against the seat dreading the way 'home'.

When we got to the dinning room I could already hear Skinner's loud mouth.

''You know what you are Doctor? You are a skinny little useless nancy boy!''

I was shocked. Really I was, I knew that some of League wasn't too fond of him but, Mister Jekyll provoking Rod? Or the other way around?

''Oh, look at me!'' Jekyll said, mimcking Rod's London street rat accent.

''I am invisable and I like to touch young girls inappropriately and have no regard for fellow collages!!''

What the fuck was going on? Mister Q busted through the door yelling, ''Bloody hell!! What in the queen's garters is going on here?''

When the old toad opened up the door I first spotted Miss Mina Harker with her head in her hands, I couldn't tell if she was hiding her laughter or was like 'It's too early for this shit'. Then I saw Jekyll on one side of the dinning table and Skinner on the other...Almost like this fighter in the first corner and the other in the second corner. Tom looked down at me, if asking for an answer and I shurged.

Captain Nemo entered through a set of doors on the opposite side and asked the very same question but in a polite way and without the 'British profanity'.

The two Brits realized that everyone was now looking at them and I waved when Rod looked my way and smiled.

They sat down and Rod gave me a cheeky grin.

''Was it just being him...Or...''

''So, Sybil how was your night?''

Mr.Q took a seat next to Jekyll and Tom sat next to him, I took a seat by Skinner...For one reason only.

As soon as I sat down next to him, I took my two fingers-index and middle-and jabbed them into the side of his neck as hard as I could.

''Ow, what was that for!''

''Because your a cheeky bastard.''

Jekyll mummbled a 'thanks' and I looked at Tom, grinning.

He smiled back.

I spotted Mister Q sort of smiling at us.

A/C: Cleared up things any?

Braces to brits means Spenders.

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