WHAT GOOD DIVIDES?
Based on the movie "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen"

"How the he..." Skinner started, his voice's pitch higher then usual.

"What part of 'Africa will not let him die!' did you not understand!" interrupted Carmine exasperantly, "My God! Brother, it was stupid to think that..."

"Enough, Carmine," Quatermain silenced the girl with a glare and turned to the others, his expression clearly asuring them what she said was true.

"You mean that hum-bug with the witch doctor was real!" Skinner said.

His words didn't register with Tom, however. The young man had gone paler then Jekyll. A turrent of emotions was crossing his face as he stared at . Joy. Suprise. Fear. Guilt. It was all readable to the old hunter.

"Is it...Is it really you?" he asked, a tremor in his voice.

Quartermain looked at him, a paternal worry crossing his face.

Walking over to the young man he placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and replied, "In the flesh, so to speak."

Tom stood frozen, unsure what to do. He grew aware of slight moisture gathering around his eyes. Wiping it away quickly, he hoped no one had noticed. Regaining composure, he put on a cocky grin and replied, "It's good to have you back."

Quartermain did not answer, though his face looked doubtful to Tom. The older man turned to face the others. Each League member also seemed to be getting over their personal shock.

"Hello," he said to each.

Before any could answer, however, a suprised voice called out, "Quartermain?"

Everyone turned to see Nemo start to sit up. His eyes were locked on Quartermain in complete awe.

"Nemo," Quartermain replied, "I see you've met the rough end of Carmine's temper."

He crossed the room and helped the other man to his feet. Nemo held onto his hand for a second longer, debating the reality of what could easily be an illusion.

Finally, he turned to Carmine and Canodor and said, "I believe you."

"Alan," Mina approached the older man and to the suprise (and slight jealousy of a few younger members) hugged the resurrected hero, "We've missed you."

"And I you, Ms. Harker," said Quartermain, quickly and uncomfortably returning the embrace, "Though it seems you've been getting on well without me," he added looking back at the rest of the room," Dr. Jekyll, Skinner."

"Hello, Alan," replied Jekyll, nodding his head politely and offering his hand.

"Well, I'm not going to hug you," came the voice under the hat, "But it's good to see you again, Alan."

"Alright, now that the reunion is over, can we please return to the business at hand," an irritated voice called.

They glanced at Carmine, who had managed to pull away from her brother and was standing crossly, with her arms folded over her chest.

"The girl is right," Alan said, "We don't have much time to waste."

"Actually," Canodor said, looking at a device, similar to Carmine's, on his wrist, "You have exactly seven days, twelve hours, ten minutes, and thirty-nine seconds."

"Really," Skinner remarked, "All that time. What exactly are we suppose to be doing?"

"As I was trying to say before my sister," Canodor glared at Carmine, who shrugged and glared back defiantly, "Gave her demonstration, We are from the year 2100. A few years ago a gentlemen of your time period invented what would be called a time machine. The technology was lost when the gentlemen disappeared forever. He landed in the year 2089. Since that time, his technology has been improved upon and misused. My sister and I are...will bea form of police officers called Timekeepers."

"But what does this have to do with us?" Jekyll asked.

"We were hunting down a renegade who had..borrowed..."

"You mean stolen," Carmine replied.

"Fine, stolen a key component of the machine. We chased him to this century, but we were to late. Contamination has begun, far worse then any before. We need the League to help us stop this...madman, if you will, and prevent further contamination."

"So what your saying is you need us to do your job for you," Tom said, crossing his arms.

Canodor nodded. Carmine looked furious.

"But why us?" Mina added, "Why can't you do it yourselves?"

"You are the best equiped to handle this man. We cannot do it because any action we take will contaminate the timeline far worse then what he is doing."

"How far worse?" Tom asked.

"Complete and utter destructions of space and time," replied Carmine, "What your 'friend' the scientist did not realize was the veriable pandora's box he opened by inventing that thing. We are only now coming to grasp the weight interfering with time takes. However, I would like to note again," she seemed to be speaking more to Canodor then the others, "That there will be little contamination if we go with them and offer advice."

"You're opinion is noted," Canodor replied icely, "Now, will you help us?"

Quatermain added, "I've already agreed to assist in anyway I can."

"If you go, I'll go," Tom said.

"As will I," Nemo replied.

"Are you sure you wouldn't find me a distraction?" Mina replied, a teasing glint in her eyes.

"My lady," replied Quartermain, "Would you be disuaded if I said it any other way?"

"No," Mina replied, "And I will come, too."

"It would be my honor," said Jekyll.

"Just one question," Skinner said, "What's in it for us?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Skinner," Carmine replied, " You will be rewarded for your efforts."

"Well, excuse me for being a tad suspicious, considering what happened last time n' all..."

"Skinner," Quartermain warned.

"Fine, fine I'm in."

"Then the League is set," replied Quartermain.

" Your transportation back to the Nautilus waits outside. Best of luck to you all," said Canodor, shaking Quartermain's hand, "I only hope it will not be in vain."

Quartermain nodded his agreement. Turning to the others, he led them out of the parlor. When they had gone, Carmine pushed up from the wall and slumped into one of the chairs.

"Why are you so against helping them, Jake?" she asked Canodor, "They don't know what they're up against!"

"They can handle it," Canodor replied with an icy tone, "And I refuse to corrupt the timeline."

"You refuse to take any action!" Carmine exclaimed, bolting up, "You refused to stop him when he took the equipment!"

"I made a mistake," Canodor replied, "I won't make it again."

"No, you just sit and mope around! Praying you'll never have to make such a decision again!" Carmine shot back bitingly, "You made one mistake and you fell farther then any coward I've ever seen!"

She could see her brother flinch at her words, but she didn't want to take them back. Carmine was of the mindset to tell it as it was, despite the circumstances. However, she knew if she stayed any longer she would say something she would regret. So, with a look of pure disgust, she stomped out of the room and up the stairs. Canodor flinched as he heard a door slam. Sighing defeatedly, he took the seat she had been sitting in.


He didn't know how long he sat there thinking, but it must have been long enough. Wanting to talk to his sister, make amends, he stood up wearily. Walking the familiar path up the steps, he stopped at the first door on the left. He knocked and waited. Nothing happened. He knocked again.

"Carmine, please," he said, "I want to talk."

No answer came.

"Carmine, open the door," he said.

Again no answer.

Slightly annoyed, he gripped the door handle. The door was unlocked. Knowing something was wrong he pushed the door open to find an empty room. The black curtains were rustling from an open window and the picture of their parents was missing. Carmine never went on long assignments without it. Having it gone could only mean one thing.

"She'sgoing withthem," Canodor spoke to the darkness.

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