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Chapter four: The Cheeky Misadventures Of The Rod: Dirty Little Secrets.

Note: This is sortof Skinner's point of view on the night...When Sawyer said those three little words.

''Ah, fuck.'' His cocky accent echoed in his dim room.

Being invisible could have it's perks, the only bad side affects is that it was bloody darn hard to turn back and it fucks with your sleeping habits. So, Rodney made a habit of wandering the ship at night, spooking the workers and messing with Allan. But, after a while even though it was damn good fun it started to loose it's luster. After a while of wandering the halls a thought came to Rodney, 'Hey...Why not screw with the others?'

He smiled wickedly to himself at the interesting people the league had gathered and what he could do to them.

Now, there was one question to answer.

Who to start with?

Hmmm, There were a lot of choices. He would start with the lovely Miss chemist Mina? The Rod smiled, oh yes it would be worth getting slapped by her if it ment he got to skim his fingers along her skin even for a mere moment. But, do vampires sleep at night? On second thought, even though Mrs. Harker made his pants tighten (that is when he occasionally wears them) he did mind being ripped to shreds.

So, who can I bother?

Ahh, how about our clever lass of tomorrow?

The invisible man grinned like a cheshire cat and chuckled, he almost forgot about getting her back for earlier.

Rodney whistled a tune as he strolled down the hall, scaring some of the workers or at least making them froze and walk the other way. He chuckled at their reactions.

Skinner came to her door and wondered if he should knock...He chuckled and quitely opened the door. He found Sybil snuggled under the covers and a wicked smile twisted his lips, he tip-toed over to the bed but before quitely shutting the door.

''aye, little girl.'' He whispered, gently sitting on the bed. He began to look about her room...She didn't have any personal affects, some clothes thrown here and there. Of course he knew that she wasn't going to stay forever, she left before 'missing home' and left Tom Sawyer down in the dumps for about two weeks before the young yank bugged the wits out of Nemo and brought Sybil back. Within those two weeks, the rod saw more of Gray then he ever saw when he first met him.

Yep, that snobbish prick has been avoiding the girl. Most likely likely due to what she said herself, 'I am independent middle class American girl...Got a problem?' Rodney chuckled...Sybil stirred.

He frozed, covering one hand over his mouth.

Sybil sat up, rubbing her eyes then made a few grumbles before turning over and hiding her head under her pillow.

He sighed in relief...For no reason. He forgot he was invisable.

Now that was over he could resume getting the teenager back, he looked around...He could steal her under pants and plant them...On who? Tom? That would very, very amusing.

Oh, wait...Maybe the old man! That should be great fun.

Hmmm...Maybe even that Dorian Gray?

Skinner shook his head. Nah, knowing him he'll keep it as a handkerchief or somethin'

He chuckled at the thought and rosed to precede in searching for her kinckers, he picked up a small pair of tiny black shorts...Real tiny, barely covers nothing with pink lettering and cuteist skulls with hearts surrounding them. The theif guessed that was the modern undergarment for ladies...Men wouldn't wear frills...Well, atleast not those who appeacited the woman form and all it's glory.

He sighed and began searching for more modern undies to steal, then only did he realized that he was going through her dirty laundry.

Well, that's not healthy, is it.

He threw the black ones over his shoulder, where it landed in a chair in the corner, Skinner stood in the middle of a winkled used dirty clothes with his hands on his hips, looking around and poundering about the location of her 'clean' clothes.

Rodeny spotted a wooden cabinet...

Ahhhhh...they must be in there.

He tip-toed over to the wooden mass and slowly, carefully opended one of the door...To his disappointment he didn't find any clothes-dirty or clean just towels,

Why would she keep towels in here?

The gentlemen theif searched the cabinet high and low, finding nothing but fluffy white towels, he had to admit they were quite soft. Sybil's soft snores brought him back to his mission but, for a moment he was taken back on her breathing, she didn't always snore. Yes, he had to admit on watching her sleep before, it's become a night time habit. He likes it when she falls asleep on the sofa in the blue palor, due to the late night musings that she has. A few nights earlier when he was watching her sleep he smiled softly at her tossing and turnings; he knew them all too well.

Sybil sat up, grumbled and began to clean her cabin. She folded and piled her dirty clothes on the chair in the corner which he had been sitting on piror to her awake, she then started to make her bed and then shove her bag in the same he was rooting in now.

Where was that thing anyways?

A soft noise like a coo from a dove stopped his mental rambling, he turned around slowly seeing Sybil's eyes open and awake.

''Fricken Zombies.'' She mumbled.

He raised an eyebrow at her comment and watched her lay with her eyes staring at the ceiling and apparently musing on a thought or two. It wasn't before long that she started to crawl around the floor, he had to hold his chuckles in.

Skinner almost lost it when she rammed her head and started to swear.

''Ahh...Hsss, God dammit.'' She grabbed her head.

Rodney watched her grope the wooden cabinet she just harmed her self with, he should have shut the door...He forgot most people didn't see very well in the dark, of course some people didn't have to steal in the dead of night to make a living...Well, what he was doing wasn't making a living it was making trouble. But, all was forgiven because her thick skull shut the door when she hit it.

Sybil hestated to open it, unsure if she wanted something from it.

Soon as she opened the same door he did she was on her ass cussing and hissing again but her curses-and he was almost damn sure of it-could be heard in the bowels of the ship, echoing and making the engineers become un-easy

He watched her lay in the floor, snuggling the wood and holding her palm to the wound. The young girl blushed for a moment or two before getting up on her knees and searching blindly in the dark, he covered his mouth to smother his chuckles. He stood smiling all knowing like, watching her...She'll only find towels.

Unless that is what she wants?

Somehow Sybil ended up under the bed and it seemed like she was going to fall asleep there meanwhile Rodney was suffocating from laughter, his hand pressed firmly on his mouth, making sure not to even make a peep.

Within a few moments he was sure she fell asleep under there but he dare not move...Unless she was alert and there was the possibility of him making a noise. Then when Skinner was very postive about moving until a knock froze him in place and he heard Sybil's breath catch. Silence.

He heard the girl start to wiggle her way out from under the bed, he awkwardly tip-toed to the far corner, her dirty clothes softening his steps. As Rodney made it to the corner he stepped on bare floor and the wood groaned under him, he looked behind his shoulder...The door handle shifted and it opened. Light flooded the room and burned his eyes, he covered his face with his arm.

Tom Sawyer stepped in.

''Hello...'' The thief heard him whisper to the darkness.

This is too...Son of a bitch...

Pale thighs were wrapped tightly around sun kissed hips.

Skinner sat- jaw slightly open-on the chair in the far corner, watching the young Americans on the bed. Kisses were exchanged here and there but, a few times it looked if Sybil was consumed in her thoughts and not the physical act taken place. Tom did most of the work-he noted.

Rodney eyebrows were so high, they weren't even on his head-He never seen or a heard a couple like this. They weren't talkers or, screamers-That was for sure. All breaths and grunts, a little mewing here and there like before when he first saw them. His impression of this scene was pure lust but it turned very quickly into something more... First hard lust then became tender and then more passionate than the first.

Well...The boy got more pleasure then she did this time.

Skinner crossed his legs, he was feeling a bit lonely about now.

He watched Sybil stroke Tom's hair, the yanks looked happy...The youth snuggling into pale flesh like she was his personal pillow, Sybil sighed...

A bit frustated from no relief?

Smiles were exchanged then a kiss, what came next caught him off guard a bit. ''I love you''...

Did Tom say that? Maybe it was just the good feeling running through him after that little dessert.

Sybil looked just as off guard himself. She struggled at first to return the three little words...''I love you too.'' Did she really now?

Or was the moment speaking for the heart...Or was the frustration holding back the heart a little?

Tom hugged her to the point of choking,''I fell in love with ya...Ever since the day I saw you. You were so different...''

Sybil, What will you say that?

''Tom, have you thought this through?'' The girl asked...almost hopping for a no.

''Yes, I did.'' To her disappointment...A little.

Skinner watch them lay together, tired, drained and worldly happy. One tan arm wrapped around a white waist, Tom's blond hair and Sybil's Reddish brown rest against the other almost reflected the sun set. The youth was gone before the girl ever blinked, her eyes were like mirrors into her thoughts...Then she was gone as well. Rodney waited a bit before heading out ...For two reasons.

Erection and his mission.

He carefully removed a lacy black pair from her pack, smirking to himself before letting himself out.

Now, who?

Skinner sneaked into Allan's room...Fuck!

The bloody git was sleeping with his gun acrossed his chest. Skinner wasn't going to take any chances...

Dorian it is

Rodney grinned, Mister Gray was busy soaking in his bubble bath in a joining room of his cabin that the thief was able to hankerchief out of his stipped jacket and replace it with a nice folded lacy black fabric. Won't he'll have a nice surprise...

Skinner whistled a jolly tune all the way to his room after he left Gray's cabin.