PHASES

Chapter five: Let it be.

Warning...Extremely long chapter-Please heed intermission...

Or your legs will suffer if you are like me and sit on them.

I want to go home.

I feel depressed, my sex drive has died a bit and I think Tom's has too or he could just being a gentlemen. I don't want to tell him...If I do then I know...

Know what? That he understand your home sickness?

Yeah-wait, what?

You heard me.

Okay...Who are you? It sounded like a girl-but it wasn't me.

Well, I am obviously apart of you...Duh. I am the voice of your left.

Left what?

It sighed, it fricken sighed!

Fuck, calm down...Jesus Christ.

Okay, okay...So what's the dillo?

The dillo is that you, yes you, go tell Tom but... Personally-

Seriously, I want to laugh...It's me and it's personal.

Get it together, anyways-personally I would fuck him first.

Okay, I could do that. If the sex wasn't gonna be great, the foreplay was still awesome. Yes, yes it is.

I found Tom in a living room, I think the same one I was in when that prick try to charm me. I smiled at him as he looked up from a book he was holding, leaning back on the sofa, he grinned his crooked master piece.

''Hey.'' He said, patting the seat next to him.

I smiled a bit more and sat down next to him, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gently tugged me close. I rest my head on his chest and looked at the book he was reading. Alice in wonderland

I felt like Alice...Hell, I might even be her! And Tom is my cutie mad hatter, Dr.Jekyll could be the rabbit...It was the watch. Mina could be the red queen...When I see Mina, I think of red...I think of blood. I smell roses. I mused on seeing Mina chopping off Skinner's head for painting her white roses red...Nooo...Skinner could-would be that purple grinning cat, yes! Huh, no-wait. Dorian, yes, mister Gray could be the cat. Getting me into trouble and smiling like that. Skinner could just get his head chopped off, it's funny that way because he's english...And chopping heads ole' stuff.

Hmmm...On second-third thought, Rodney could be the cat...Because the Cheshire cat can be invisible too and I see Dorian Gray more as the smoking hookah caterpillar.

Yeah, that sounded about right.

Speaking of the charming devil, I soon learned why he started to speak to me and acknowledge me.

I asked Skinner if he knew what's up and I asked about why Dorian started to talk to me and I never heard a man laugh so hard like Rod did at my question.

I instantly narrowed my eyes and poked him and shook him by the arms until he spat out what was so god-damn funny.

''I took your underpants and gave them to Gray as a handkerchief...I told them it was from you.''

I slapped him. He ran away, trying to wipe away his face and I chased him throughout the ship jumping and whacking him on his bald head.

I sighed, Tom kissed the top of my head and I snuggled into him. We kissed briefly when Dorian happened to walk in, smiled at us, picked up a book off the table in front of us and left, winking at me. I glared. Tom didn't catch his wink, his book was in his face. I pulled it down and kissed him, he dropped Alice and we fell side ways on the cushions kissing and rubbing...I don't think it will go any further then that...Well, in this room anyways.

I snaked my way in his shirt, massaging his chest and sides, I tickled him a bit on purpose. He chuckled, smoothing the strains from my face, kissing me. Eyes, nose, cheek, cheek, forehead then lips...A few more strayed kisses on my neck. I loved this country boy, I have to admit it. I do love him.

I truly do.

For a few seconds as he hands roamed my body and his mouth nibbled at my flesh, I wondered where was the voice...Wouldn't she like to comment on it?

Silence.

Maybe it's all in my head-Ha- it already is.

Our hips started to grind together, on impulse or premeditated? Who knows. Poor Tom, I was wearing pants...I should wear skirts more often nowadays for his benefit. I wrap my legs around his hips, snuggling myself into him, letting him sneak his hands up my shirt, under my bra to grope me.

''Do you want to...'' I whispered in his ear, ''Right here?''

His crooked smile split his lips, ''I don't think Nemo would appreciate that.'' His breath tickled my neck, I knew he wouldn't be able to walk all the way to our rooms...They weren't far away but still-He wouldn't last long.

''What he doesn't know won't hurt him.'' I kissed his mouth, needful and wet.

He had to give in.

He had to.

We didn't get to, Jekyll walked in...Saw us, his face became the deepest red I ever seen and turned on his heel. I started to laugh and Tom did too. Poor Doctor Jekyll, will he ever get a break? After our sides were sore we sat up and I smoothed and fixed my clothes, Tom didn't have to-He was always a mess. I tighten my tail and gave him one last kiss before walking out. ''Later then.'' I waved without turning around to look.

I didn't know where I was going to go. I didn't want to go back to my room, that would be boring. I didn't want to go back to Tom, he needed to cool off some and I was still kinda mad at Skinner, Poor Jekyll...I couldn't face him without laughing at him. No doubt he wouldn't be able to talk to me without blushing. I just wandered around, avoiding others and keeping my will strong.

I know I wanted to go back home...But not right now, I didn't want to go anywhere.

I hummed, going through the halls, peeking into open rooms. Smiling at workers as I passed by and frowning at Mister Q in the study.

I walked towards Mina's room, the hall that contained her cabin was always dim...I am guessing she preferred the slight darkness. I peeked in, she was arranging her beakers and vials and looked up at me, I smiled weakly and gave a half hearted wave. She actually returned my weak smile and went back to her work.

I scooted on down the hall. Glowing.

Why haven't you told him yet?

Huh.

You heard me.

Yeah,yeah where did you go earlier?

I was musing.

About what?

Whatever you were musing about...You know the only reason why you are hearing my-our voice is that you are too much self aware.

Over developed consciousness ?

Exactly.

So, is this just a phase?

Maybe-Maybe not, it depends.

Could it be related to me being here?

Possibility.

Tom is sexy...I love his broad shoulders...I love his back, I like caressing the muscles there, I like kissing his spine, I like kissing the silvery scars I find too.

I know, I love that too. His leg fetish is adorable and smexy.

Hahaha! I know, when he kissed my thighs and then all the way down to my ankles I feel bubbles in my chest and tummy.

Butterflies.

Yep.

How about when he lifts your leg up in the air and starts to kiss the underside?

Perrrrrrfect.

Umhmm.

We got off track. Why haven't you told him?

I dunno...I guess I have to fuck him first, don't I?

Yeppers, so after dinner visit him in his cabin...And you know.

I know, I know...I'll wear a skirt.

With nothing underneath.

Of course.

Dinner was bearable, Jekyll took supper in his room.

I wonder why?

Sea food again, yuck. But, oh wells. I nibbled as best as I could on some squid...It was weird but tolerable.

I still rather eat my own foot.

Tom was wolfing his down, Quartermain chewed fast for an old man, Nemo savored his meal. Skinner made me laugh, I could see the bits of food sliding down his throat through his half buttoned black coat. Mina, wasn't here like Jekyll...Maybe she was busy?

Dorian on the other hand, toyed with his. Moving his grub side to side with his sliver folk, looking bored...He caught my eye, I looked away. I stared at my plate..My appetite faded away, I felt a little sick.

''Wot wrong with you?'' Skinner asked, mouth full.

I guess he was asking me...I looked up and smiled, ''Oh. Nothing...Just thinking.'' Smiling was hurting my cheeks.

''Right and I am the prince of darkness.'' Dorian smirked and looked at me...All knowing like.

''Could have fooled me.'' I smirked back, I was still well enough to smart off.

Skinner coughed and laughed.

Tom grinned, cheeks puffed with food.

Quartermain peered at us through his glasses, a faint smile.

Dorian still smiled.

I picked at my dinner, I didn't want to look at Gray's face any longer. I didn't.

I felt put on the spot, I hated that...I hate this.

What do you expect being the only girl at the table? You are eye candy for those that care to look.

Expect Skinner, he doesn't look to care to look.

Oh, how do you know that...? You can't see his eyes even with his glasses off.

I am not his type.

Do invisible thirty something pervs have a type?

Yeah..Maybe. Quartermain doesn't look.

He's old and prefers woman slightly closer to his age.

Like forty something?

Yeah.

Jekyll likes Mina.

That he does.

So, does Dorian over there.

And so does Tom.

Ouch.

Sorry...

Maybe he does a little but, he's like you more.

I guess.

...

When Dinner was over and I was pacing my room. The voice didn't come, it didn't matter...I wasn't in need of comfort.

I was in control.

I sighed, ''Why do I feel this way?''

Because I filled you with doubts and regrets?

That could be it. So, I got my skirt on and no panties.

Time to head to Tom's room then.

If he's there.

If he's there.

I walked...Slowly at first then powered walked, making sure I didn't revel anything to anybody other than Tom.

I sighed a little and knocked on his door.

Waiting sucks.

That it does.

I heard him come to the door then as soon as he opened it I pushed him back into the room, wrapping my arms around him, kissing him.

He was nicely surprised.

Tom scooped me up in his arms, sucking on my neck, teasing my flesh. I nipped his ear lobe, gently.

''Maybe this time...'' I bounced on the bed, pulling him with me. ''We won't be interrupted.''

He grinned and began to unbutton his shirt when I stopped him.

''I'm wearing a skirt Tom. We don't have to be fully naked...'' I whispered in his ear, almost kissing it.

Tom rubbed my thighs, inching his way upwards. I love to snuggle him, I kept my arms around him, kissing him...He felt no scrap of cloth under my skirt and looked up at me. I smiled seductively. ''Just for you...'' I winked at him.

He chuckled and kissed me hard.

''Just for me? Why Sybil..." He smiled.

I put hand over his mouth, he licked my skin. ''Nice try. Anyways, do you want to play around first...Or get straight to it?''

Tom squinted his eyes and thought about it, I nibbled on his bottom lip...Bored for a few seconds while he made his decison. ''I really can't think while ya doing that.'' He spoke the words so softly, smirking down at me...Well, he tried to but I was pulling on his lower lip.

''Good. It doesn't suit you anyways.'' I calmly smiled, shrugging a bit.

Tom had his mouth open slightly, smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth as if her was shocked but amused at the same time. A bulge in his pants that had been making it's self more known with each passing moment distracted me...He rolled over and then I was on top, my hair fell over my left shoulder. ''Well, what do ya want to do.'' He massaged my hips and my sides.

''Well...Let's get straight to it then...'' I lean down to kiss him, our lips mashed together in a heated embrace.

I cradled his face in my hands, his began to roam, moving from thighs to back then to the back of my neck making me shiver. I have super sensitive skin on my neck, people can -well guys- can rub my thighs and squeeze my nipples and get no real response but touch my neck and I'll melt in their hands. It's weird I know.

As we rolled around a bit I realized-then he realized her was stilling wearing his guns. I laughed, he licked the side of my face to which I whined 'Ew' and began wiping furiously at my cheek with my sleeve all the while trying not to giggle. He placed the colts gently on his night stand and I just layed back, still wiping my cheek with one arm behind my head. ''Can we, uh- just get naked?'' He asked, sitting on the bed...Pulling me to him by my leg. Tom rubbed my legs, I paid no attention to his question or his touches for a few moments until he straddled me, vest off and shirt unbuttoned.

''I dunno...'' I whispered, pulling him into a hug.

''Ya don't have ta if you don't wanna.'' He whispered back, hugging me and nuzzling me.

''Your too nice.'' I giggled, kissing him.

''I couldn't be mean to ya even if I wanted to.'' He kissed me back several times.

I could.

Yes, you-I could.

Not on purpose...

Unless you got tired of him

Already losing hope, eh?

We both are.

''I wore this skirt for you, you know...To make it easier on the both of us.'' I said very matter-of-factly...Also very mother like if you think about.

''Oh...Well...I-'' He began but I cut him off.

''Let's just have a good time.'' I kissed him with a bit of tongue.

We ended up keeping our clothes on, He didn't seem to mind too much at all but, that could all be just a front. Or he found it quite a relief to not have to searching or cross the other side of the room for his pants, they were at his knees. I thought our little play time would just be once but he had the stamina tonight, I didn't mind so much at all. I was sexing him up, making him feel good until I would make him upset by me wanting to go home. Tom rest against me, panting sightly until he started to thrust, rising himself up sightly, putting his weight on his left elbow while he kept a grip on my hip with his right. He nuzzled me and I held myself close to him, I enjoyed his lazy thrusts...It seemed he wasn't in no hurry and we could both enjoy it.

I let the orgasm bubble up inside my core before boiling my veins when he started to pump harder-his patience coming undone- with pleasure and it tingled my finger tips to my toes, it was nice even if it was a small one and didn't last very long. He snapped tight against me, I felt if he squeeze me any harder I would break in half, he must have had a strong one to suffocate me in a bear-orgasm- hug.

INTERMISSION. Seriously, this is a Intermission-Go get a snack or go pee or, whatever you need to do- like a good stretch maybe?

...

DUN DUN DUN.

Done?

Here we go!

''But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo...What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here...'' I sung, more like whispered into a book.

I sat in the school library , I looked around...This wasn't my school. There is blood every where, people laying...Motionlessness under desks...Blood pooling around their bodies. Some display cases were in ruin, apparently shot at. This all looked vaguely familiar...

I became very still...I knew what this was, but it's on the very tip of my tongue. Where am I? Some of the guys under the desks are dead...Have white caps near them or on them. They look like jocks...They look like jocks. I look at the book in my hands, it is bible. A Bible? Sure, my family believes in god but we're not church goers...Why would I be reading a bible? I read it once, liked it but, I don't-didn't plan on reading it again. Anyways, where the fuck am I? And why are people dead!

Wait.

I got up, quietly, carefully...It was silent, too silent.

I creep around, bible in hand and heart traveling light-years every four seconds. Books, splattered with blood. Computers smashed or knocked over the floor, more dead people laying under the tables or near them. More blood.

It's like an aftermath of a horror movie.

This had to be a dream, I wanted to wake up.

''Come on'' I hiss, pinching myself..very hard. ''Come on.''

As I look up, thinking I see movement, I began to fall backwards. I land on the floor, laying in blood-not my own and my head throbbing like hell. The room flips upside down and I am looking at the ceiling as if it's the floor...Blood drips on to the ceiling, I close my eyes...Wishing it away.

I peek...I am hanging off my bed in cold sweat.

I let the rest of myself slide off into the floor, it didn't hurt much, just my naked ass was cold. I don't hear anyone breathing or a peep from Tom...He must have woke up and left. Or was I in his room? I looked around, yep I was in his cabin. I am shaking, what the fuck did I dream? I sit up, my head is spinning so I half-heartily throw myself on the bed, covering myself up in the sheets. I snuggle into the pillow he slept on, I breathe in his scent...It's hard to describe, it smells like the ocean and then...Something sweet, I think it's honey suckle. I kissed the pillow like a retard, I can't help it. Tom makes me feel happy and warm inside, sometimes I do call it love...But let's not get a head of myself.

What gives?

I never have nightmares, I never get scared...What did I dream?

''Hey...Have a nightmare?'' The pillow talked.

I jumped back, was I still dreaming?

The pillow chuckled and pulled me closer to it, it had hair and was slick and smelled like Tom. It was Tom.

''Calm down there, Sybil...It's just me.'' He whispered, kissing my temple.

I snuggled into him, he was warm, he is comfort, he is safety. At least that is what I feel.

Ha, listen to me. I use to say 'think'.

''What did ya dream?'' He whispered softly.

''I have no idea. I just know it was red and scary...'' I whispered back.

Tom pulled me close, chest against chest, thighs touching thighs...I couldn't help but throw one leg over his hips. There was a soft chuckle on his breath, it warmed my ear. I cuddled him, nuzzled him and he didn't seem to mind. ''I'm I scary?'' He whispered almost seductively.

I giggled and kissed his nose, ''You wished.''

He grabbed my hips and pulled me under him, pinning my hands just above my head.

''Whata about now?'' He kissed my throat, the situation-more like position- gave me that same throb I felt the first time. This was good, I was kinda tired of not incorporating our play into the sex, we needed something to spice it up a bit. Tom was sucking on the flesh of my neck, holding my wrists tight but I wiggled a bit anyways.

''Nope.'' I smiled, wrapping one leg around his waist.

He chuckled and it hummed against my neck, I know he was going leave some bruises-hickeys.

''Do you want me to bite you?'' I grumbled, shifting my hips...Tom put hand over my mouth.

''Try me.'' He was so serious when he looked down on me, I wasn't sure he was kidding or not.

I couldn't answer him so, I licked him and tried nibbling on the rough skin of his palm, his skin was so warm against mine. He chuckled and removed his hand, bending down to kiss me I moved my head away from his. He was taken back a bit but as soon as I let a giggle slip he consumed my lips with his, while we made out I had a second agenda. I tried to wiggle one of my hands free-my right one- but he clamped down and my little strength vanished.

I felt weak and vulnerable.

Without the use of my hands and my legs wrapped around his hips, unable to speak or even breathe with the rough kissing I felt trapped. I know that Tom was liking my rough play, I guess girls from this time didn't fight their men a lot-well not in the sexual since- He let me bite him for goodness sake, he loves it when I rake my nails down his back. But, I never guess he would like to pen me down...

Would like to feel me struggle under his strength.

I tore my head away from his, I gasped for air and he chuckled-releasing me from his grip, I rubbed my wrists. Tom kissed my forehead and nuzzled my hair, I realized we didn't have our clothes on-I am almost forgotten around the fourth round we got so hot and ripped them off. His erection was pressing on the inside of my thigh, his lips were at my throat again, I rested my hands upon his shoulders. Then I got a wonderful pleasing idea, something we would both enjoy before I broke him with my bad news.

''Hey Tom...'' I had the tone of a sweet innocent.

He gave me a strange look but with a intrigued smile.

''Wanna switch roles for a bit?'' I kissed him once then twice.

''Switch roles...?'' He looked slightly confused for a second before it slowly dawned on him.

I smiled at him, ''I want tops.''

He twisted his lips, looking away as if deciding what to do. Tom looked back at me gave a crooked grin, ''You'll have to fight me.''

''Easy.'' I rolled my eyes, mocking him.

''Oh?'' He smirked a little like Dorian.

My eyes flickered from his to his lips, I pretended I was going to kiss him. He fell for it, leaning in and BAM-I pushed back, he grabbed the sheets to stop himself from going over the foot of the bed. I laughed evilly and scrambled to push him off completely before he could right himself up. He fell but not before dragging me with him, we landed on the hard wood together. My knees hurt, He groaned about his back. I had tops.

I giggled, straddling him.

''Here? On the floor?'' He raised an eyebrow.

''Why not? I am sure your back could take me, I am not so rough.'' I smiled innocently.

He snorted.

''Give up?'' I purred, leaning down a bit.

''Yeah-No!'' He flipped me on to the floor, a little hard.

He scrambled on top of me, penning me. ''How does it feel?'' He grinned, kissing me.

''Uncomfortable.'' I shrugged somewhat nonchalant like. ''But what makes you so sure you have the upper hand?''

''Oh, the difference between...'' He murmured.

''Between a man and a woman? You just had to go there, didn't you.'' I tried bucking him off, I wasn't going to give up not if he was relying on his male tributes against my female ones. I was going to become a spartan women against him.

My pitiful revolt was no use, he just chuckled at my attempts. ''Gettin' head start, Sybil?''

I then tried biting him, not hard, but just enough to let him know I meant business...He bit back! The son of a gun bit my neck, it gave me goosebumps. I still wiggled under him to point of almost thrashing around until he let me out of grip and I lunged and pushed him on to his back. Something was pumping in my veins, I basked in the sense of our rough play.

We rolled around the floor, between playful shoves and tackles were kisses ranging from sloppy passionate to small tenderness. I was pushed on my back and Tom was immediately on me, mounting into his position, before I could protest he was already inside me. I am beginning to feel tired and sleepy to fight back too hard so I wiggled about but, I was in a vice grip and he still continued to thrust, so I let him have tops...For now.

It didn't take that long for the shallow breathes to come spilling out of his lips and his muscles to tighten and constrict around me, only releasing the strain when his body had reached it's limit and it's purpose. The floor was hard beneath me, I am sure to have bruises on my ass for this one. Tom laid on top of me, his fluffy slightly sweaty hair tickled my neck and chin, he's breath was slowing down and at one point I was sure he had fallen asleep.

''Tom...'' I mumbled.

''Hmmm...?'' He snuggled into me.

''I want to-'' I swallowed...Why was my heart beginning to sped up? Maybe I am nervous.

Go ahead, say it.

''I- I'm a bit home sick, Tom.'' I blurted out.

Tom looked up at me with tired eyes, I searched for an answer on his sun kissed face.

I realize how little I know about besides the fact I read only one source on him...I know him as a child, not a man.

''If ya want to go...''He trailed off.

''If you don't want me too...''I began but, he shook his head.

''I can't keep ya away from your home.'' He kissed my shoulder. He kinda sounded a little depressed if not fully.

I smiled and kissed his head, we snuggled in the floor for a moment or two before heading back to the bed and then we fell asleep.

The sheets were soft and cool.

I didn't officially wake up until the six or seventh time Dr.Jekyll- well assuming it was him by his red hair and mutton chops- prodded me. As the once blurry world slowly came to focus I realized I wasn't in Tom's room anymore...Neither was I in mine. I was in a strange new room...The infirmary.

''Huh.'' My mouth refused to work properly and it came out weird.

''You-you are finally responsive.'' he stuttered, smiling at me.

I gave him a look like...What.The.Fuck.

''You were screaming in your slumber...'' A velvety voice cooed, I realized it was Mister Gray.

I oddly rolled my head to my left and there the immortal was...Smiling.

He would get satisfaction out of my pain...But why was I screaming? I don't even remember what I dreamed.

''I...Don-Don't get it.'' My tongue slapped around my mouth, numbed.

''Apparently it was some sort of night terror...'' He continued, speaking matter-of-factly.

I swallowed and my throat burned and I sightly gagged; I thought I could taste blood spurting from my throat...Was it bleeding?

Wait. I am naked...Under these sheets. I hope Tom didn't carry me naked...That would be embarrassing. I shift my eyes where Dorian was sitting...He had some white fabric in his long fingers...Maybe Tom did cover me up before moving me. Thank- god he has some sense in him.

''Do you remember your dream,hmmm?'' Gray's voice was sweet...Sickly sweet.

I shook my head-I closed my eyes- But I could only grasped the darkness of it...Little flashes of light blurred with the color red-the hue seemed to hum, growing louder and louder until I realized it wasn't a humming but a scream...Was it my own voice? No this one was deep...And familiar. Accompanying the scream was soft cackling and pops as if bullets firing in the distance, I had a deep dark sadness at the assumption of who the voice belong to and from my dumb dream before I think I knew what happened. But I wasn't going to linger on it because some one was patting my arm...Did I fall asleep?

Bav.

It sounded like him...I only heard him scream once and that was when he broke his leg...Well, three people broke his leg and gave him nasty bruises. I had to get revenge on them even though he told me not to and to leave it alone but, I couldn't let a thing like this go unpunished. I was going to kill them or worse torture them...I was going to turn into a woman version of Hyde and make them wished I would kill them quick. But atlas I was unable to reap justice, the three were arrested on a unrelated crime as soon as I went looking for the bastards and I have no idea if they are still serving some time or if their out.

''Miss Sybil...'' Jekyll patted my arm again.

My eyes snapped open and I must have frighten him a little at my sudden movement for he drawled back from me. Mister Gray laughed-no- chuckled at me...Or him.

''Where is...Tom?'' I was slightly embarrassed to ask because I knew that they knew...Well, who wouldn't?

Gray and Jekyll exchanged looks...I glared and my nostrils couldn't help but flare slightly.

''Well, Little Sybil...'' Dorian began.

Little? Little! I crossed my arms over my chest. I could see that the 'good' doctor thought it was quite adorable.

''-Tom is sleeping right now, it's that right Jekyll?'' Gray didn't take his eyes off me, I still pouted.

''Yes that is right, poor boy was so exhausted watching over you...'' Jekyll nodded his head.

Wait...Hold, Hold. Wait up a second. Sleeping? Exhausted watching over me?

''How long-'' I asked whoever out of the two would answer. ''How long was I asleep?''

''Two-three days...I had to sedate you, you know. You were not yourself...'' Henry didn't look me in the eyes, was Hyde talking...If so what was he telling him?

What do you think?

I guess something vile and sadistic...?

Maybe so.

Where did you go?

Huh?

Where did you go?

I was...Somewhere.

You don't remember...?

Do you?

''Sybil...Do you remember anything at all...Anything?'' He still wouldn't meet my eye.

''N-No.'' I shook my head, ''I rarely have nightmares you know...''

Gray still watched me, like a cat would to a mouse. I didn't like playing cat and mouse...I liked Cat and Cat.

''You never have nightmares?'' Dorian's eyebrow lifted slightly.

''Well, no if I never did have nightmares then I wouldn't have screamed bloody mary a few days ago.'' I snapped at him but, he seemed unaltered.

''I think the sedation is wearing off...'' He casually stated towards Dr.Jekyll.

Fuck you, Bitch! I murmured the words in my head. I heard my mind softly agree.

''Anyways...'' I ignored Dorian, aiming my subject change towards Henry. ''How is everyone?''

Jekyll chuckled. "F-Fine, fine. Just that Allan gave young Thomas such a scolding about-about...About-''

Dorian interrupted him, ''-You two. It seems you and the 'other' American have become quiet an item...''

I started to sputter at his accusation.

Gray chuckled. ''You can't denie it.''

''I can denie your face.'' I spat the words at him even if they didn't make any sense but, the intent was clear.

''Yes, what Gray said.'' Jekyll quickly recovered, ''Have you two...Thought about-''

''Yep.'' I cut him off, he had already said enough. ''I asked Tom that already.''

''So, it was actually him that fell for you and not the other way around?'' Dorian inquired.

''He fell and I confirmed it, if that's what you mean.'' I huffed.

I awoke to a mummy leaning over me.

I jerked and let out a small scream, flipping the blankets over my head. Maybe I was still dreaming?

''Aye, Sybil!'' Coughed a laughing Rod. ''It's me Skinner!''

I peeked from under the sheets, he waved at me. I glared, ''I hate you!'' I smiled.

Then I frowned.

''What in god's rainbow skittle world happened to you?'' I stared at his half bandaged invisable body.

''Well, While you were enjoying a good snooze some of us had work to do.'' I chuckled -no- more liked wheezed.

''Oh...The mission thing.'' I grasped little from what he said.

''Yes, the mission thing.'' He shook his head and chuckled. ''Well, as you can see I've been burned.''

''Badly.'' Called Henry from across the room. ''To where you are BED RIDDEN.'' He glared at the mummy Rod.

I could imagine Skinner's expression, it would be the same I wore when force to do something me-a teenager doesn't like.

I looked at him and gave a weak smile. ''I feel like it's my fault.''

''Why?'' He hovered closer.

''I dunno...Maybe I could have pushed you out of the way-'' I began to say softly when he cut me off a tad bit angry,

''-No. Sybil, no. Don't say a thing like that! I pushed...Tom out of the way, I didn't want any harm on your lad.''

I only stared at him, I slowly took every word that he said and examined it closely before the realization hit my chest and a sense of agunish lumped into my throat. I felt horrible, I felt like shit, I began to flip.

''Tom...?'' I whispered.

Skinner nodded.

How could i be such a heartless bitch? How could I want to leave in the middle of battle? Sure, I wasn't very useful but...I couldn't leave eveyone hanging, especially Tom.

Tom.

''Don't worry your pretty head.'' He laughed, ''Tom is doing fine. He's just...Going through a tough time.'' He sighed.

It took me a moment but I took a deep breath...Did someone die? Did Mina die...?

I cleared my throat.

''Wha- Why? What happened?'' I looked at him very intently

He broke our gaze and looked down, rubbing the back of his head and shaking his left leg up and down a little. ''Well, little Sybil...''

Little? What is with everyone?

''...Sybil, Allan's-''

''Dead.'' Tom walked in through the door.

I didn't look up at him. I didn't want to see what he was wearing upon his face.

The tone of his voice already confirmed what I would see in his eyes. But, in spite of myself I looked up at him anyways.

''Skinner, shouldn't you be tied to your bed and getting some much needed rest?'' His voice was Tom's but...Then it wasn't.

Skinner nodded and got up, I didn't even know he had to get around with crutches. How long was I out this time? I watched Rod hop painfully across the room into another bed, Jekyll helped him. Then he waved, I held back my laugh-holding my hand over my mouth laughter wasn't wanted right now-I waved back.

Tom sat down in Skinner's chair.

''Where did you get the gown?'' He asked, casually.

''Huh-Oh.'' I looked down. I was in a pretty white gown with frills around the collar and a pink ribbon holding it closed.

''Um-I dunno...I've been in and out lately.'' I fumbled with the collar.

He smiled a little then frowned. ''Has Jekyll over dosing you?''

''I...Don't think so.''

''Sybil.'' He said calmly, ''I want ya ta stay a little longer. Until...Until things stop being-''

''Crazy?'' Skinner interjected. Wow that was a subject change.

''Yeah, Crazy.'' Tom grinned.

I am going to miss Mr.Q...And his glares, his not impressed by females devil may care tude. End of an era.

Poor Mister Q.

''So, Allan's six feet under in Africa?'' I mused. Calling him by his first name was a little weird.

''Yeah.'' Tom answered. ''And ya look a little pale, Sybil.''

''I do?'' I sounded sleepy.

''Yeah.''

''Huh.'' I closed my eyes for a second and then this bear started shaking me.

I slapped it hard.

Tom stared at me in shock.

''Opps, Sorry...Thought you were a bear.'' I laughed sheepishly.''

He started to laugh, his left cheek was bright red...Must being stinging.

''Aye, Sybil...Whatcha gone do that for?'' Rod called from across the room. Jekyll was fixing his bandages.

''I thought he was this bear...That started to shake me...'' Did I fall asleep again?

Skinner laughed and Jekyll gave me an odd look, Tom just smiled at me.

''You know...'' I sat up. ''I will stay a little longer but, it will only be for a few days...I can't stay any longer then that!''

I was beginning to huff. ''I have a little brother and parents and friends...'' I trailed off.

Tom smiled sweetly at me, hiding his misery behind his eyes. ''I have a family and friends too...Sybil, But my duty is here for right now.''

''Your not getting it, Thomas.'' I laughed at him, ''My people don't know where I am...I bet there has been a bunch of search parties so far...Well-Maybe not so much.''

''Why do ya say that?'' Tom cocked his head a bit.

''Because I used to run off a lot and not tell a soul where I was going or where I was...Some times I still do run off but, I tell them where I am going...Most of the time.'' I gripped the sheets, twisting the fabric in my small hands, wrenching it.

Tom was quite as he looked at me, I just stared back with a faint smile.

I glanced through my bangs at Rod, he was being fussed at by the good Doctor, I kept my snickering to myself.

''Stop staring at me.'' I turned Tom, snapping my head where my hair was thrown to one side. ''Haven't you ever run off to play?''

My emphases 'play' because I knew that one would ring a bell...When he run off in Mark Twain's classic and the town thought he was dead but, he returned and was greeted as a hero.

As I thought, it struck a cord.

He raised an eyebrow and shifted in his seat, ''Yes...Yes I have.''

I smiled and turned away, but my eyes were starting to sting with tears.

There was no mister Q to cuss at, to laugh at, to be scolded by.

It must be harder for Tom...losing a Brother and a father.

Poor Tom.

Oh well, as The Beatles always sung...

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, There will be an answer...Let it be.

For they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see, there will be a answer...

Let it be...