As I can't really rant about Leviathan on (as in, my brain is stuffed full of Leviathan thoughts, but if I wrote them as a fanfic…it would be against regulations and all that whatnot), on my DA account (same username as on fanfiction), I let it loose on my journal. Feel free to check it out if you want to hear the ramblings of a deranged Westerfeld fangirl.

Ooh, new pictures. Another vote-thingy, though so technically it's three partially revealed pictures. Whatever…it means more fanfic for you readers!

DISCLAIMER: I want to see the pictures…*cries in corner*

Chapter 10: A Careful Extraction

Barking boffins, Deryn thought angrily as she crept through the darkened airship. And their stupid problems. For crying out loud, can't they just do it themselves? Dr. Barlow had given her yet another mission, this time to "retrieve a certain item of great importance." She thought back on the conversation in the navigation room…

"What? No! I am NOT doing any espionage ever again! Remember how many times I almost got killed in Istanbul?"

"And that's the point, 'almost.' You certainly have a lot of good luck."

"And what if that luck runs out? Besides, I'm fifteen, for goodness' sakes!"

"Yes, and Alex Rider's fourteen. Now then, here's the map, and make sure to be very quiet…"

Deryn sighed, and continued walking. She pulled out the map Dr. Barlow had given her, and took a few steps forward, turned the corner, and froze.

She had walked into a room full of snoring crewmen. The man nearest her snorted in his sleep, and then rolled over. Deryn's eyes widened. By her feet was an item that almost exactly fitted Dr. Barlow's description. She leaned down to pick it up, and stopped, coming to a sudden realization. Why would it be right here, so easy for me to find?

Suddenly, a rumbling filled the ship, quiet at first, but quickly building up. The ship shuddered violently, and Deryn staggered, falling against the wall. She ran to the nearest porthole and gazed outside in terror.

It was just as she'd suspected. The ship had taken off.

Barking boffins.

Alternative Chapter 10: A Careful Extraction "Wake up, you bum-rag," Deryn hissed through clenched teeth. She yanked again on Alek's arm, but he continued snoring, and basically ignoring her.

"Mph…sleep…Stormwalker…mph."

She readjusted her grip and pulled again, careful not to wake the riggers sleeping around him. What was he doing here, anyways?

"Alek, for the tenth time, wake up!" She tugged harder, trying to extract him from the sleeping bag, but Alek remained stuck in the bag. And still fast asleep.

Deryn let go and fell onto the ground panting hard. Maybe the middle of the night wasn't the best time to tell Alek. "I'll tell Alek in the morning," she decided.

"Tell me what?"

Deryn groaned. Now he was awake? Barking princes.

Chapter 19: The Coming Storm

Newkirk began shivering violently. "Mr. Sharp, I think I see some lightning up ahead."

To confirm his thoughts, a distant rumble filled the air, causing the boys to shudder. Even Dylan, who normally seemed fearless, looked nervous, carefully watching the dark clouds directly ahead.

Alek thought back to his history lessons, remembering a small fact about Japan's weather. "Um…" he started, hoping to break the silence. "Apparently, back in the day, the Mongols tried twice to invade Japan, but their ships were sunk both times by some horrible storms like these. They called them kamikaze, or divine winds."

The middies stared at him. Dylan blinked, and then smacked his face with his palm. "Leave it to a prince to make this situation worse with barking history."

Newkirk remained silent as the Leviathan continued on towards the forbidding dark clouds.

Part 1: Yes, Alek Alex Rider. Gah, I keep mixing those two up.

Part 2: Sorry, my brain was bursting with ideas. Also partially inspired by comments on westerblog.

Part 3: Mrg…it was a picture called "Firefight in the Air," but...I got nothing.

Part 4: My history teacher would be proud…

Oh, and can anyone help me to come up with a better summary for this story? As of now, it's remarkably short and boring.

Answer: This response just tickled me so much: "Deryn's sliding escape! 'Out of the way, LIZAAAARRRRD!' " – Hopeless Romantic.

Question: Which trilogy of Scott Westerfeld's is your favorite: Uglies/Pretties/Specials, Midnighters, Leviathan/Behemoth/Goliath, or New York City Trilogy (Peeps/Last Days/So Yesterday)? (Sheesh. He needs to come up with titles for his trilogies.)

Oh, and one reviewer somewhere mentioned enjoying reading PJO tidbits in the author's notes, so…Percy Jackson! Woo!