A/N: First "real" chapter, yay :D

"League of Extraordinary Gentlemen"

part one

Blackmail

"There was a reason why I always hated England, the weather," Len grinned over her shoulder at Jack as they walked out of the alley way in the rain, well she walked, he stumbled out still not used to the jolting feeling of traveling the magic way. Len felt a shiver rip down her spine and pulled her jacket closer closer around her body, a vain attempt to keep warm. Jack remembered her saying something about mages preferring warmer climates. Realizing that she had already set off he jogged to catch up to her as she headed towards the address in the letter. Completely ignoring the bewildered looks of the passersby's, she was a woman on a mission. Jack; however, noticed each and every one of them, he wasn't used to it like she was, he wasn't born in the wrong era as it seemed that she had been.

"What building is that?" Jack looked up in awe beside her, the building in question was huge, probably a museum of some sorts, but still, no where near as large as her own home in Paris. Not that she had been there since the whole thing with Napoleon, the man had been an ego maniac and she, well, she didn't get along with ego maniacs very well.

"Do you think we should knock?" She turned and glared at him ", or not."

"You remember what I told you?" waving her hand over the lock she used her other hand to push the door open. Back in Germany, she had drilled it into his skull. How to talk like her, how to act like her, all she could do was hope that it payed off if it didn't, well, it wasn't going to end well. Inside, she glanced around, not seeing anybody and when no butler came scurrying to take their coats, she moved fully into the lobby, her shoes barley making a sound on the marble floor.

"Yeah, yeah, I remember." She shrugged off her jacket and removed her hat, leaving her in just pants and a thin shirt, another shiver racked her small frame and she grinned at her slightly taller charge.

"Good, here," she shoved the letter into his hands followed by her coat and hat and disappeared with a slight hum. Jack moved forward more into the hall ", go down that door," Len whispered into his ear, she shivered with the loss of body heat that the magic took. Following her instructions he walked through the door and down the stairs, he could see the tail end of a women's dress as she made her way down the stairs he had almost forgotten that women wore dresses after spending so much time around the pants wearing Len. Speaking of which, he could feel her standing close behind him trying to siphon some of his body heat. He watched as the mysterious woman pushed the door open at the bottom of the stairs. He could hear her voice, it raised the hairs on the back of his neck ", am I late?" Another voice - male - answered her ", woman's prerogative." He walked through the door behind her ", guess I can't use that excuse now can I?" Len slipped in fast and nudged Jack to let him know she was there and he could shut the door. Inside the room, he could see four men, one who he recognized as Allen Quatermain, another wore a long leather jacket the reminded him of Len's sans all the pockets. The third was a tall Indian man, who he was pretty sure was Captain Nemo, famous pirate. The fourth he had no idea. Len knew who they were. Allen Quatermain, a man she never had the pleasure of dealing with, Captain Nemo whom she had met once, and Rodney Skinner, who she only knew of by reputation. The women she had no idea, and the man, her eyes narrowed at him, she knew who he was. She had dealt with him before, not that he would remember it.

"And you are?" The man in the jacket and grease paint – and nothing else – asked.

"Mr. LeRoy, at your service, the lie rolled smoothly off his tongue, he grinned to himself, thankful for all the lessons Len had drilled into his mind about conning people. Meanwhile Len forced the gag back down her throat, she'd have to inform Mr. Skinner that she could partially see him, in all his naked glory. She surveyed the room, Allan had certainly aged since the last time she saw him in Africa, not that he would remember that. She didn't really like him then, and didn't really like him now.

"For a price, I assume," Quatermain was looking him up and down, not that Jack could blame him for saying that, Len did look kind of unreliable and dangerous. And that was on a good day. "Of course," he chuckled. Len's dislike for Quatermain deepened but she remained hidden, wrapping her arms around herself.

Quatermain turned to the man Jack didn't know and sighed ", please tell me this is Harker's wife with a sick note." he could practically feel Len bristle with interest at that.

"Sick would be an understatement, my husband's been dead for years," the women replied coolly.

"Meet Mrs. Wilhelmina Harker, her prior acquaintance with a reluctant league member may prove useful," he turned towards Jack, "I am M by the way," the man introduced himself.

"I'm waiting to be impressed," Quatermain scoffed, and for once, Jack was thankful that Len couldn't do anything lest give away her position because it wasn't just the women he was talking to, but himself as well. He knew only too well what happened to people like Quatermain when mixed with Len.

They always lost.

"The fate of the world is at stake, there are still two more members to recruit. The clock hands turn gentlemen," Jack glanced back to M, something deep down in him told him not to trust this man and he knew that Len had the same feeling.

"Kicking us out all ready? A moment ago it was sherry and giggles," the invisible man, Jack heaved an inward sigh at him, he knew he was trouble as well, only because he knew Len would like him, and people Len liked were usually trouble. In one shape or another. And with that, the man popped his coat collar and walked out of the room. Jack could feel something nudge him in the back, so he followed out behind Quatermain and in front of Nemo. Len trailed closely behind Jack, her brain moving far too fast for anything else to keep up going over every piece of information she knew about each league member.

"You look a little young for this lad," Quatermain started, Jack bit the witty retort that would've rolled off had it been any other person. Len forced back a growl and remained silent, biting the inside of her cheek.

"I get that a lot," was all he said. When they walked out the door, Jack felt his eyebrows raise, he remembered Len telling him about the inventions of the future; however, he had never seen them and wasn't quite sure if he should believed the ravings of a drunk mad woman. Maybe he should have listened.

"What in God's name is that?" Quatermain voiced the question that half the group was thinking. The thing itself was a monstrous white - "I call it an automobile, gentlemen, it is the future," Nemo waved at the direction of his automobile ", this is my first mate."

"Call me Ishmael," the man said and held open the door. Jack climbed in after Quatermain and felt something sit on his lap, inwardly groaning at the fact. Not that he could blame her, it was rather cramped in the back, and there wasn't any room for Len to sit. Jack pulled the hat down to cover his eyes and leaned back on the seat, pretending to be asleep he listened to Quatermain, Harker and the invisible man chat but didn't pay much attention to it, something Len would've smacked him for. When Quatermain told Skinner -the invisible man – to shut up, he turned towards Jack ", how did M get you?"

"Blackmail," Jack replied doing his best to impersonate Len's 'don't fuck with me' voice. He heard Skinner mutter alrighty then before the automobile fell silent once more. Len leaned back on his chest, curling her legs up content like a cat with the extra body heat. After a while the automobile came to a stop and they all climbed out Jack wasn't quite sure where they were, he wasn't paying attention in the automobile and he didn't remember this part of London from his time living there.

"Well isn't this a charming spot, does Jack the Ripper live here?" Skinner asked and it took all Jack had to suppress the grin that fought to make it's way on his facc. Len too grinned at the comment and made a mental note to bug Jack about it latter. Quatermain knocked on the door and Jack felt Len tapped one of the pockets on the jacket that was a tad to big for him. Slipping his hand in the pocket he felt the gun in there.

"We come by the way of M," Quatermain said to the man who had opened the door, something he must of missed because he was lost in thought.

"Ah, M for mystery, but as I told him, I'm not interested," he made to move the door, but he heard Mrs. Harker call his name. He felt Len nudge him again, probably telling him to pay attention to what was going on. Next thing he knew they were all inside and walking up the stairs. Quatermain said something about Dorian missing a painting on the wall while Skinner made another sarcastic comment about the decor. They all walked into the library ", scotch anyone?" he asked taking his hat off.

"Don't let in ruin your makeup," Mrs. Harker shot back. Jack made his way over to the scotch and poured himself a drink, if he was imitating Len, he better act like her.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?"

"And you care?" He shot back at Skinner sipping the scotch. He stood there sipping his scotch watching as one of the bottles disappeared, no doubt Len had taken it to sip from. He was about half way through his scotch, listening to Quatermain talk to Grey, when the older man pulled out a hand gun and pointed it up at the second floor. Men, men with rather large guns and chest plating were there, the same men that had tried to kill him. Jack stood, and watched, always an observer, quite the contrary to Len, as the Fantom walked in and demanded Quatermain to drop his gun. Next he was ducking behind a book case hiding away from gun fire and watching Nemo, Grey, Quatermain, and even Skinner kick ass.

"You're doing a shit job impersonating me, Grey knows me by reputation, get in there," Len whispered furiously into his ear, but no amount of prodding was going to get him to leave the safety of his hiding spot. He watched as the fighting died down and Harker was held hostage, he watched as she fed on her victim. That when he heard Skinner ask ", where's the kid?" And that's when things went downhill for him, when he felt the cool metal of a gun pressed into his back and his was pushed forward from his hiding spot.

"Don't anybody shoot," the man behind him shouted.

"Alright, hey, nobody's going to shoot, if you just want to remove that gun, it's making me jumpy," Jack's mouth moved without his brain's consent.

"I'll be the one giving orders around here," the man jammed the gun farther into his back and Jack winced ", you're in no position to do anything about it." Jack sighed, Len was going to be pissed, but at this point he didn't really care. He grinned ", no, but she is."

Len sighed, becoming visible she stood behind the man and felt the flow of her power running through her veins, this time skipping static and lighting and going straight to super nova, she launched a sphere at his head just as Jack pushed away from him. The man's head imploded splattering Jack with blood, skull fragments and bits of brain.

"Really Jack? I give you my name to wear and you treat it like shit, now these guy's think I'm a bloody fucking coward. Give me back my jacket, you don't deserve it," Len held out her still glowing hand for the jacket ", hat too."

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Skinner asked. Len laughed shrugging back into her jacket and pushing her damp hair behind her ears ", the real LeRoy, this little sack of shit my apprentice. Not a very good one though." She place that hat back on her head and turned back to face Jack ", I really ought to have let the bugger shoot you, save me the trouble of killing you myself I mean, really? I give you one simple task to do and you completely FUBAR it.." Len smirked and turned to look back at the league ", what? You all honestly thought I was going to show up, in a building I didn't know with people that are potentially dangerous?" She looked around, bodies littered the floor and there was another person she didn't know, he looked a little older than Jack. She recognized him, they had passed him in the automobile, and he had with out a doubt saved their lives, well some of their lives. "Anyways it seems like we've got a full deck, assuming you want to join kid," She looked over at the blonde man who nodded ", let's go, we got a sociopath to stop." Len was grinning and bouncing on the balls of her feet, for someone being blackmailed into this she was sure excited about it.

"Actually, this is a private party and you're not invited," Grey looked smugly at the young man. "Oh for Christ sakes," she muttered under her breath.

"But since Dorian has refused to join us we have room," Mina smiled coolly.

"The battle was just the spur I needed, that and a renewed friendship, I'm coming." Len rolled her eyes ", I'm sure there's room for both of you children. Now let's go ladies, you can trade recipes later, can we just go, I don't know about some of you, but I'm being blackmailed into the shit, I'd like to get it over with."