Nadia and the Secret of the Ruby Amulet

By Lady Athena

Disclaimer: Nadia belongs to Toho/Ichimura Collection/Sogo Vision and ADV Films. The only thing I own is the plot. Thank you.

A/N: This is a complete re-doing of the Nadia movie. It is set in the same year and Nadia is at the same place she was at in the movie. There will be hardly any flashbacks, so there will be more movie this time. Enjoy!

Chapter One

The year was 1893. Three years had passed since the Blue Water incident and Nadia and Jean had gone their separate ways. However, they still kept in contact.

A new terror had begun to rise in the world about that time. The beginnings of a first world war were coming into play and everyone who was anyone readied themselves for battle.

* * * * *

Emerald colored eyes scanned the newspaper they were reading. Their owner seemed distraught by the news that a world war could occur.

The owner of those emerald colored eyes, Nadia La Arwall, set the paper down on the coffee table of the newspaper office, and sighed. She had no want to see more action than she had already seen three years earlier. An adventure like the one she had lived would certainly make up for a lifetime of them.

The phone rang suddenly and seeing as there was no one else in office except for her, she walked over to it and answered it.

"Hello, this is the Planet Times office. How may I help you?"

Static. That was what she heard over the line. Static.

"Hello? Is there anyone there?"

A dial tone. The mysterious person had hung up on her. She looked at the phone in her hand and narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

'What is going on?' she wondered. She placed the phone back on the receiver and walked over to the office's sofa.

'That was so strange. Why would someone call and then just hang up? It doesn't make any sense,' Nadia ran over in her mind. Something was just not right and she knew it.

Just then the door to the office opened and her boss, Grant, came in with his fellow reporters. She was a reporter in training, but her boss never even gave her the chance to prove herself. She actually knew that she was better than half of reporters that worked for him. The fact that she was a girl never helped matters with her boss taking her seriously. She, though, was determined to become a real reporter no matter what it took.

Grant looked over in her direction and said, "Ah, Nadia, could you make us some coffee?"

That's all she was. Instead of being a real apprentice, she was treated like a secretary. She sighed and did as she was told.

Instead of being depressed about it, she looked at the bright side of her job. 'At least it pays the rent,' she concluded as she poured the coffee into the cups.

She looked at the clock. It was half past seven. Thirty more minutes until she could go home. There really wasn't any point for her to be there in the first place, since she hardly did anything.

She brought Grant and his colleagues their coffee and then went back to the little sofa. She grabbed the paper off of the coffee table and began to read through it again.

Nadia usually felt comfortable in the office, but on that night, something made her uneasy. Something was going to happen and she knew that she was going to be involved with it somehow.

With the normal passing of the cheerful chatter, the time passed rather quickly. Nadia's last duty was to lock up the office, which she did.

On her way home from the Planet Times newspaper office, the streets of London became rather crowded around the White Chapel bar. The bar was notorious for its rowdy drunks and bad service. During the evening, its corners were crowded with women who were there to earn a profit by their own means of selling.

Nadia would always steer clear of that area. She never wanted to have anything to do with the people of that association.

Nadia walked up the steps of the building her apartment was located in. She unlocked her door and walked in. She walked over to her desk and turned on her lamp. The second she took off her hat, her phone rang. She picked it up and answered, "Hello? Nadia speaking."

From that point on, Nadia knew that something was going on. She heard static on the other line, again.

"Hello? Please answer me! Hello?"

Suddenly her room went dark. She dropped the phone, letting the cord hang from the receiver.

She stood there, terrified, but she didn't make a sound. She then heard a voice ask, "Are you Nadia La Arwall?"

Her eyes narrowed in the darkness as she posed a question of her own, "Why? Who are you?"

The owner of the voice laughed. It was a dark, low laugh, which made Nadia shiver. "I don't have to answer to you, Princess Nadia."

She opened her mouth to scream, but a hand covered it before she had a chance to say anything. Soon, her whole world went dark as she was knocked out.

* * * * *

He re-read the letter. She hadn't written for a while, but it wasn't too unusual. Sometimes she wouldn't write for a couple of months, but then she would pick up her writing soon after.

However, there was something different this time. He couldn't place it, but something was wrong and he could feel it.

A knock on his door disturbed his reverie. He opened it and saw a man with a very large package standing there.

"You Jean Rocque Raltique?" the man asked in a gruff voice.

"Uh, yes," he replied.

"Package for you. Just sign here." The older man took out his clipboard and handed it to Jean.

Jean looked at the package curiously. He didn't remember ordering anything, but he signed the clipboard anyhow.

The man then left and Jean closed the door. Jean looked at the package he was holding curiously.

"Was it a mistake?" he wondered aloud. He looked at whom it was addressed to and sure enough, his name and address were on it.

"It may be a gift," he concluded as he began to open the package. Inside was a construction kit to build model airplanes. He found a letter inside of the package, as well. He opened it and began to read.

Dear Jean,

I know it's a little early, but I thought I'd send it to you now. I don't have much money, but I thought that you might like it and might be able to do something with it. As you know, I'm not too fond of your love for inventions and technology, but this seemed harmless enough. At least it won't cause an explosion!

So, how have you been? I know I haven't written in a while, but my job and my book have been taking up a lot of my time. I know that you have a job of some sort, so you know how it is.

I might be able to visit for Christmas. I'm not going to be working this holiday, so I will have some days to come down there. How is Le Havre during the winter? Is it nice? I know that Paris is.

I miss being in France. I know that I should have come last summer, but there were things for me to take care of here. I won't be even able to make it this summer, but at least there's a good chance that I'll be there for Christmas, right?

My birthday's in two months, Jean. I wonder what you'll get me. I find it neat that we're two months apart. We could almost celebrate our birthdays at the same time!

Have you heard from Marie? I know that she's staying with your Aunt and Uncle, so how is she? I would like to send her a little gift, so ask her what she wants and I'll send it to her, all right?

Happy 18th birthday, Jean! I wish all of the joy, happiness, and love in the world.


A smile played on his lips as he folded the letter and put it on his desk. He then opened the top drawer to his desk and pulled out Nadia's birthday present. It was a gold bracelet with a ruby colored gem in the middle of it. The gem was in the shape of an oval and the bracelet itself looked like two bracelets in one. It was the most expensive gift that he had ever bought, but since it was Nadia whom he was buying it for, it was worth every franc.

Even though there was something odd about the woman whom he bought the bracelet from, he had a feeling that Nadia would really love it.

He put it back inside of his desk and closed the drawer. He sighed and thought of how Nadia's beautiful eyes would light when she would see her gift. He had told her once how he felt about her, but he was only a child then. He was turning eighteen within a week, so he would finally be an adult.

He may have told her that he loved her then, but the kind of love he felt for her wasn't as deep as it had become. The love he was feeling for her right then was extremely intense. He had actually decided to tell her how he felt about her on her birthday. Hopefully, she would feel the same for him.

His second reverie was broken by the sound of his phone ringing. He picked it up and answered, "Hello? Jean speaking."

At first, all he heard was static. An eyebrow rose at that, but he continued to wait to hear a reply. He then heard a sort of broken up sound on the other end.

"We have her."

His eyes grew wide. He might have strained to hear it, but he heard it.

"What do you mean by that? You have who?"

Some more static was heard and then the voice came back on. For some reason, the connection seemed clearer right then. "We have someone very dear to you, Jean Rocque Raltique."

Jean's eyes narrowed. He knew who they were talking about, but why would anyone go after her anymore?

The only sound reasoning in his mind could be revenge. He gripped the phone tightly and asked, "Who are you?!"

"We don't have to answer that."

He was growing frustrated. "All right, then. Where are you?!"

The voice on the other end laughed darkly. "We don't have to answer that either, but do know that we will come and find you. Have the amulet with you when we do."

Jean was perplexed. "Amulet? What are you talking about? Hello, hello?!"

The voice was gone and all he heard was a dial tone. He hung up the phone and sat down on his couch. Nadia was in danger and he had no way of helping her. He could try to trace the call, but that would take forever.

There was also something else bothering him. That voice said something about an amulet. What could it have been talking about?

"This is ridiculous," Jean muttered. "I have no amulet. Why does he expect it from me when I don't have it?"

Suddenly, a thought came to mind. He ran towards his desk and took out the bracelet that he bought for Nadia.

"I know I should give it to her, but if this will save her life, then it best be used for that purpose." He stuffed the bracelet into his pocket, grabbed his jacket and ran off to his Uncle's house.

* * * * *

Chapter Two

Running. She was running from she knew not what. She stopped to catch her breath and when she turned around, she saw her beloved standing there.

"Jean!" she cried out.

Jean was smiling at her and his arms were wide open. She ran towards him, but before she could reach him, she tripped. She looked up to see Jean still standing there, but slowly fading away.

"No," she said as she stood up. She tried to touch him, but her hand went right through him.

"Jean, please no! Please wait for me! Jean!!"

Her beloved had faded away completely and she began to cry. She fell to her knees as she cried into her hands.

"Jean, I'm scared. Please don't leave me all alone, please. Jean, come back. Come back…"

"Jean!" Nadia exclaimed as she bolted upward. She had awoken, only to see darkness.

She blinked. "Was it just a dream?" She looked around her, trying to make something out in the darkness.

"Where am I?" she questioned aloud. No one answered, but she figured that nobody would.

She blinked, again, since the lights came on so suddenly. Soon, an automatic door opened and in came the most horrendous looking man Nadia had ever seen.

"So," he said, "you're Princess Nadia."

Nadia glared at her captor. "How do you know about me?"

"Anyone who was a follower of Gargoyle knows who you are, my dear," he sneered.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?!"

His lip curled in an ugly fashion. "How rude of me. I am Lord Vandermik and what I want with you will be accomplished, once your boyfriend is brought to me."

"What do you mean by that?!" she asked, harshly.

"Well, to put it simply, my dear, he has something I want. Once he gives it to me, I'll dispose of him and then put you to good use."

"If you're talking about the Blue Water, there's no point in asking either of us for it. I used it to bring Jean back to life," she told him, an eyebrow raised.

"I know about that incident, and it was unfortunate. However, there is another ancient relic that belongs to the Atlantean royal family."

Nadia's eyes grew wide. "What?!"

"Oh, yes, Princess, there still is one more left. It is even more powerful than the Blue Water, as well."

"Why do you believe that Jean has it?" she asked him, not wanting to believe what she had just heard.

"I have my sources. Needless to say that he was contacted and he's being tracked down this very instant. You'll see your beloved soon, but after I have the relic in my hands, you'll have to kiss him goodbye because he won't be with us much longer," he snarled.

Nadia glowered at him. "How dare you!"

"I'll do as I please. All ask is for your cooperation."

"As you should know, I never cooperate with murderers!" she yelled.

He smiled evilly. "We shall see, my dear."

He walked out of the room and locked the door once he was out. Nadia started crying again.

"Jean, please, whatever you do, don't come looking for me," she whispered through her sobs.

Nadia ended up crying herself to sleep.

* * * * *

Back at Le Havre, Jean arrived at his Uncle's house, obviously panicked. He knocked on the door and waited. Once the door was open, he saw his Uncle looking at him curiously.

"Jean? Is something the matter?"

Jean grabbed his Uncle's shoulders and said, "I need to leave Le Havre, now! I need to go to Paris."

"What do you need to go there for?"

"It's Nadia. Nadia's in danger!" he explained.

"Well then, go! Go save her! You have my full permission to use the boat."

"Thanks," Jean said as he left the house. He looked at the motorcycle he had brought with him.

"I'll load it onto the boat," he decided as he packed everything onto the boat and left for Paris.

* * * * *

Jean drove his motorcycle around the city of Paris. Maybe he would see someone suspicious. The voice he spoke with didn't give him enough information to go on.

He stopped his motorcycle and jumped off of it. He looked around, but there was no sign of anybody whom he would suspect. He began to think that maybe if he went down darkened areas, he would see Nadia's captors.

Leaving his motorcycle, he walked down an alleyway, which even during daytime, stayed pretty dark. Again, he looked around, but no sign of anyone.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder, but when he turned around, no one was there.

"Odd," he mumbled. "I could have sworn that there was someone behind me."

He shrugged and turned back around, only to encounter a very large and burly man. He looked up at the man in terror.

"I guess you would be one of Nadia's captors," Jean said lamely.

The man in front of him nodded. "Do you have the amulet?" he asked in a deep voice.

Jean took the bracelet out of his jacket. "I don't know if this is it, but it's the closest thing I've got."

The man looked at the bracelet and nodded. "That is it."

"If I give you this, will you release Nadia?" Jean questioned suspiciously. For some reason, he knew something was very wrong with this exchange.

He saw the man's lip curl upward, slightly. "All right, I'll hand over the girl, if you hand over the jewel."

"First, I want to see if she's all right. How do I know that you haven't already harmed her? If you've harmed her, then I give you nothing!"

"An intelligent answer. I expected that from you. Very well, you may see her. Follow me," he said.

Jean followed him around the back of the alleyway, but when he got there, he was knocked out.

* * * * *

Jean didn't know what had happened to him, but all he knew was that he had been tricked. He should have known better, too. After the incident with Gargoyle, he should have learned about who to trust and who not to trust.

It was dark. Too dark, in his opinion. But before he could do anything, the lights came on and someone came into the room.

The man he saw right then was skinnier and a bit shorter than the other man, but just as ugly.

"Hello, Jean. Have a nice nap?" he asked, smirking cruelly.

Not caring for any introductions, Jean got to his feet. "Where's Nadia?" he asked, his voice slightly dangerous in tone.

The man laughed. "Direct, aren't we? Your precious Nadia is in the room next door. I think I will put you two together. Now, show me the amulet."

Jean looked at him incredulously. "You mean, your accomplice didn't take it from me?"

"No, he didn't, but that is because he can't touch it. It would fry him."

Jean looked at him incredulously. "Fry him?! Then why did he tell me to give it to him?"

Vandermik nodded. "Because he knew how you'd answer him. He also knew that you'd follow him, if your Nadia is involved."

"You bastard! Then how come I can touch it?"

"I believe I know why you can touch it, but I'll let your beloved Nadia explain those details to you," he said, enjoying watching Jean suffer.

Jean grit his teeth. "Did you harm her?"

"No, and I intend not to. At least, not until I've accomplished my goal."

"What goal may that be!"

"To not only rule over the world, but the entire universe!" Vandermik exclaimed.

"I've got news for you, but Nadia doesn't have that kind of power anymore. She lost her powers," Jean said successfully.

But Vandermik's cruel smirk would not fade. "I know everything about Princess Nadia. However, this relic isn't controllable. It controls whoever is a part of the royal family to do its bidding. I know for a fact that it wouldn't refuse to rule over the universe, now would it?"

Jean just glared at him. He knew then that he couldn't give the amulet to the madman in front of him. "You're insane, you know that?" Jean hissed at him.

"I wouldn't say that. Once I am ruler, there will be a utopia. All of the people will be under my control, so without free will, people cannot do harm to others. I will save them all!"

"You intend to use Nadia as the medium for this plan?! I would rather die than watch that happen!" Jean spat.

"You will die, anyway. Once the relic is placed within your love's hands, I will kill you, and once your love is of no use to me anymore, she will die too."

"Why do want to make humans into your puppets? Why?!" Jean questioned him.

"Why? My dear boy, don't you understand? There is a war in the works and I intend to end matters by controlling the minds of the people. What is so horrid about that?"

"They're human lives that you're taking into your hands. Don't you understand that if you do this, all humans will become empty shells!" Jean tried to explain.

"Precisely!" he answered with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"You're inhuman!"

Vandermik grinned. "I am so glad that someone finally noticed. The humans will become my toys because they are so weak minded. You on the other hand, I have to dispose of. Not only to avenge my master, but to get rid of people who have a will of their own!"

Jean was slightly perplexed. "Master? Who was your master?" Jean's eyes began to grow large when he began to realize that he was talking about, "Gargoyle?! He was your master?!"

"Yes, and he was the finest mind out there. Unfortunately, he was disposed of because of the meddling of two certain brats who shall remain nameless. You both will die for that," he said, pointing his finger at Jean.

A thought came to Jean suddenly. "If Nadia will be controlled by the amulet, how will you control Nadia's mind?"

"By the will of science. I know how to make people lose their memories just like Gargoyle can."

"How come Captain Nemo never told us about this amulet? What is so special about it? I thought that the Blue Water was the most powerful Atlantean weapon in existence!" Jean exclaimed, recalling its power.

Vandermik sneered. "Do you really believe that Nemo would tell two children about the power of the amulet? That amulet has been carefully hidden out view because Nemo knew that it was too dangerous for Nadia to handle. She could have destroyed or ruled the universe if she had had that in her hands. However, Nadia's a do-gooder, so she would never try to achieve greater things."

"Nadia was right about not following Gargoyle's orders on the Red Noah! He was insane, just as you are."

"There is one minor difference between Gargoyle and myself, however. While, he was actually a human, I am not," Vandermik explained coldly.

Jean looked at him in terror. "You can't be! Nadia told me that she is the last of the Atlanteans!"

"Or so she was made to believe. Nemo knew very well who I am, but kept that a secret. I guess he was protecting that unworthy brat, the heir of Atlantis, Nadia," he said, disgusted with the idea that she was heir.

Jean clenched his fists in anger. "I will save Nadia. I will get her away from you!"

Vandermik smirked. "You can try all you want, but it will be useless. I will torture you until that damn amulet is in Nadia's hands."

Jean stood there glaring at him. Before Vandermik left, he said, "Oh, just one more thing. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lord Vandermik. Have a nice stay!"

As soon as walked out, Jean sat back down. As soon as he did, however, the wall behind him moved. He quickly got up and saw that it was moving upward. Once it was all the way up, he noticed that his room and another one were connected.

He looked inside the other room, to see if anyone was in there. "Hello?" he called out.

Another voice responded to him, "Oh my God, hello? Is someone there?"

"Who are you?" he asked, moving slowly around the room, looking for the voice's owner.

"My name is Nadia!"

Jean was ecstatic and relieved at the same time. "Nadia, it's me Jean!"

"Jean! Where are you?"

"Don't move, Nadia. Let me find you. Okay, where are you?" he asked.

"I'm all the way in the back of the room. Do you see sandbags?"

Jean looked over and saw a pile of sandbags sitting there. "Yes, I see them."

"Good. Now, all you have to do is climb over them and then you'll see me."

"Is that all? All right, I can do that!" Jean said with self-assurance.

He began to climb over the sandbags, but nearly tripped once or twice in attempting it. He gripped the sandbags tighter and began to climb over them, almost like a spider. He reached the other side and saw his beloved sitting there in tears.


She stood up and wiped away her tears. "Jean."

Jean opened his arms and Nadia ran into them. She hugged him tightly as he kissed her hair. She began to tear up again, but Jean began to kiss them away. His lips slowly moved to hers and she reciprocated eagerly. She deepened the kiss even more, all of her passion and love for him showing through that kiss. Jean received this happily and kissed her back fiercely. Throughout their kissing, they both didn't notice that they were sinking to the floor.

Once on their knees, Nadia pulled away from the kiss, but she didn't pull away from Jean. "I've missed you so much, Jean," she whispered.

Jean held her more tightly. "Me too, Nadia."

The two lovers stayed in each other's arms all night. They were both terrified at what the next day could bring.

* * * * *

Chapter Three

Nadia woke up to find herself wrapped up in Jean's arms. She smiled at her sleeping love and gently removed his arms from her and stood up.

She noticed that her skirt had gotten a little dirty, so she brushed off anything she could. While doing so, Jean was awoken by the sound of clothing rustling.

"Nadia, what are you doing up? It's still so early," he complained as he let his head drop back onto the floor.

"Sleep as late as you want, Jean. I really don't care," she said, while examining her skirt.

"What are you doing, anyway?" he asked, looking up at her.

She rolled her eyes. "What's it look like, Jean? I'm fixing my skirt!"

Jean yawned and rolled over. "You never change, do you?" he mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded, glaring at him.

"Oh, nothing," he said, avoiding her wrath.

A thought occurred to her. "Hey, Jean. Did you meet Vandermik?"

"Yes. He's a creep," he said, slightly awake.

"I second that. What did he tell you?" she asked, sitting down next to him.

"Too much. I didn't want to know half it, too," he said, not wanting to remember the horrible things that he was told.

"Could you give me a basic summary, then?" Nadia coaxed.

"Well, it's hard to explain, but I'll try…" Jean said as he launched into a semi-shortened version of what Vandermik told him.

Once he was finished, Nadia just stared. She didn't know what to think or even say, at that point. However, she did manage to blurt out a couple of words in shock, "He's Atlantean?!"

Jean nodded. "I was just as shocked as you. I know that you told me that you were the last of your kind. However, maybe Vandermik was right about one thing. Captain Nemo was keeping this all secret to protect you."

Nadia lowered her eyes. "He should have told me, regardless. I can look after myself, you know."

"Is that why you refused to live in Le Havre? You wanted to prove yourself?"

"That's part of the reason," she told him. "The other reason was because I didn't want you to think that I couldn't live without you."

Jean placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know you can, Nadia. You've proven that time and time again. You know how to be independent. You should try and let someone take care of you."

Nadia looked over at Jean and smirked. "Who? You?"

He shook his head. "It doesn't have to be me, if you don't want it to be. Nadia, I know that we're together, but it isn't written in stone that we will be together forever."

Nadia sighed. "I know. It's just that I keep thinking back to how it was four years ago. You told me that you loved me. I wasn't sure of my feelings then, and I'm not sure of them now. Well, I believed that I loved you, but things happen, Jean. I still care about you and I like you a whole lot, but love is too much of a strong word. I don't think I can follow up on it."

"It doesn't matter if you love me, Nadia. All that matters is that we're together. Even though we may not be in love, we have a very strong relationship. I don't want to ever ruin that," Jean said, turning his head, blushing.

Nadia smiled at him. "You're right, Jean. Let's focus on now instead of later."

Jean placed his hand on hers and squeezed it gently. He then said, "Vandermik said something about the fact that only the people who are of the Atlantean royal family can hold the amulet. He told me that you knew about why I am able to hold it."

Nadia looked away from him. She knew that she should tell him, but she didn't want to make him mad. She sighed and then looked back at him.

"Jean, if I tell you something, do you promise not to get angry?" she pleaded.

Jean blinked. "Of course I won't get angry. Why should I be mad at you?"

Nadia fidgeted. "Umm…you know how you fell on the Red Noah?"

"I remember it vaguely. Why?"

"Well, Jean, when I came to your body right after you fell, there was blood seeping from your head. You were completely cold. You probably think that I used the Blue Water to maybe help you recover. If that is what you think, you're wrong," Nadia told him, still averting his gaze.

Jean was thunderstruck. "What…?"

"When I asked the Blue Water to help me, it said that you were far beyond dead, but I insisted. It even told that me that it would be lost forever and that my powers would vanish if I used them to save you, but I told it that I didn't care. It finally relented and helped me. That stone had bound all of the souls of the dead Atlanteans to it. They helped me bring you back to life," Nadia finished, looking at the ground.

Jean fell silent. He didn't know what to say to that. He just looked at her with wide-eyed astonishment.

"Jean, please say something," Nadia said a bit apprehensively.

"Well, I know that I'm not angry with you. However, you really shouldn't have given up all of your power for me, Nadia."

Nadia looked at him, her eyes tearing up. "I don't regret it, Jean. Not for a second."

Jean gave her a tender smile, but then he realized something. "I have royal blood in me, Nadia!"

Nadia, realizing this was true, gasped. "Oh no…"

"I should tell that bastard that the only way he's going to get the amulet to work is to use me as the medium, not you."

"Jean, you'll get yourself killed!" Nadia cried.

He smiled grimly. "He's going to kill me anyway, Nadia. I don't want to see you be the sacrifice in this game. Sooner or later, he'll figure out that I'm the one he needs, not you."

Nadia shook her head. "I don't understand. The power from the Blue Water should have dissolved right after I used it on you. You shouldn't have been able to absorb it. There must be a reason behind why you did."

"The only two people who can answer that are Vandermik and Electra," Jean told her.

"Yes, I know. I wish Electra were here to get us out of this mess. She always seemed to know what to do in critical situations," Nadia said, placing her back against the wall behind her.

Jean sat there for a moment, before saying, "I have the power of the Blue Water inside of me. If this ever gets out, he'll try to bind the amulet to me, more than likely, internally. He'll also kill you when he finds out that I'm the one holding all of the power."

"Doesn't he know that I'm powerless, anyway?"

"He does, but he thinks that by having the amulet controlling you, he at the same time, can control you like Gargoyle did."

Nadia looked suspicious. "How can a person be controlled by two things? It's impossible!"

"I know. Maybe he made a mistake somewhere. One of them wouldn't be able to control you and I bet you anything that it's the amulet."

"The amulet? Why?" Nadia asked.

Jean looked thoughtful. "Well, you remember that you were able to control the Blue Water, right?" Nadia nodded, so he continued, "Well, if you still had your powers, you would be able to control the amulet, as well."

"Maybe he never got his facts straight," Nadia suggested.

"Or, maybe he was never supposed to," Jean said, his brow furrowing.

Nadia blinked. "Eh?"

"Think about it, Nadia. Captain Nemo obviously knew Vandermik in the past. Maybe the Captain misinformed him on purpose."

"But why would he do that? That just doesn't sound like him," Nadia said quietly.

"I don't know what to tell you, Nadia. It is just apparent that Vandermik doesn't know as much as he thinks he does," Jean said, taking the amulet out of his pocket.

"Jean, is that it?" Nadia asked, pointing to the bracelet.

"Yes. I don't know what kind of powers it holds, but whatever they are, they must be very strong. Vandermik said that he could rule over the universe with this amulet!"

"Jean, why do you have it?" Nadia asked curiously.

To Nadia's astonishment, Jean blushed. "Well, it was supposed to be your birthday present. I didn't know that it was Atlantean."

"Speaking of which, the person you bought it from, did he or she touch it?"

Jean looked at her wide-eyed. "Now that you mention it, no. The lady that sold it to me was holding it with pliers. That's why I thought she was kind of odd."

"Hmm…maybe she was involved with Vandermik's scheme," Nadia suggested.

Jean laughed bitterly. "There's no maybe about it. She was involved."

"Wait, now that I think about it, if she was involved, wouldn't she have delivered the amulet directly to Vandermik?"

"Nadia, Vandermik can't touch it, remember? He said that only you and I can hold it and not get hurt," Jean explained. "The woman was probably hired to somehow get her hands on it and then lure one of us into Vandermik's trap by selling it."

"So, you believe that she was setting aside the amulet for one of us as bait?"

Jean shrugged. "That's the only reasonable explanation I can come up with."

Before Nadia could say anything else, she felt movement. "What was that?" she asked, fearfully.

Jean was startled, as well. "I, I don't know. Maybe it was coming from outside."

"But the room was moving!" Nadia shrieked. "How can it be coming from outside?! Explain that, Jean!"

Suddenly the room actually tipped over! Jean and Nadia screamed as they fell to another side of the room.

"This is definitely not coming from outside!" Nadia declared, holding onto Jean.

Jean was pressing his hands against the wall behind him, so that way he could maybe not fall to the other side.

"You know what, Nadia? I think that you're right about this one."

And the room tipped over, yet again. Nadia and Jean thought that they were going to be sick from the movement, when suddenly, it stopped.

Nadia and Jean looked up from their position. Jean was the first to stand up, followed by Nadia. They looked from side to side and then at each other and blinked.

"What was that?" Nadia asked.

Jean didn't answer her. Instead, he saw a type of window on the other side of the room. He ran towards it and looked out. He paled at what he saw.


"Yeah, Jean?"

Jean swallowed. "We're not on land anymore."

Nadia did a double take. "What do you mean?"

"Nadia…we're in a submarine."

Nadia fainted promptly after that. Jean went to her and tried to snap her out of it. She awoke only after a few seconds of shock. She looked at Jean in bewilderment.

"We're on a submarine," she whispered.

"I'm pretty sure that it's one of the Garfish, Nadia. A Neo-Atlantean would not use anything else," Jean said, looking at her with concern. "Are you going to be ok?"

Nadia sighed. "I don't know. I hope so."

"At times like this, I wish that the Nautilus was still around," Jean muttered as his back slouched onto the wall.

Nadia didn't reply. She just sat there quietly. Jean looked towards her and sighed. He wished he could help with her problems, but he didn't know what to do.

The two sat in silence for a short amount of time, until an alarm went off.

"What the hell!" Jean yelled, startling Nadia.

"Jean, what is that!"

Jean looked out the window and saw another submarine there. "There must be a battle going on," Jean told her, keeping his eyes on the other submarine. He looked at it closer and said, "That's no ordinary submarine. Some really high technology was used for it."

"Sort of like the Nautilus?"

"Exactly," Jean replied. It then hit him. He looked at the submarine really closely and his eyes widened in shock.


She already knew what he was going to say. "It can't be."

"It can't be anything else. Do you want to take a look yourself?"

Nadia was frozen on her spot. She couldn't believe that it was back. She sighed, for she knew that she and Jean were in store for another adventure, along with…the Nautilus.

* * * * *

Chapter Four

"We've traced them."

"Excellent. Stay at current speed. Do not attack until they've made the first move."


The young Captain of the newest version of the Nautilus sat back in her chair and waited. She couldn't believe that he was still alive, but she had to accept it and eliminate him.

She brushed a strand from her short, blonde hair out of her face. Her blue eyes looked on with anticipation. She would finish him off even if she had to lose her life for it.

"Captain, they've traced us!"

"Damn. Well, in that case, fire the torpedoes!"


Her first officer fired five torpedoes at the offensive target. Unfortunately, it didn't scratch it one bit.

The Captain bit her lip. "I should have known that they would have been using Gargoyle's science."

"What should we do now?"

She didn't say anything for moment, and then, "Evasive action!"

"But, Captain-"

"Do it!"

Her first officer was reluctant, but did as he was told. "Aye."

From then on, the Nautilus sent not only torpedoes at their enemies, but massive bombs, as well. The enemy was attacking in the same way.

* * * * *

Jean was holding Nadia close, while the Garfish was being attacked. They had to find a way out of there before the Nautilus destroyed the Garfish.

Jean looked at the window and an idea came to him. He looked for something he could throw at it.

"There." He let go of Nadia and grabbed a cylindrical bar. He shoved it at the window, however, the window wouldn't break.

"It's textite, Jean. You need something stronger than that," Nadia said. "Find something in lead."

Jean snapped his fingers. "Of course!" He scrounged around for something that was made of lead, but unfortunately, he found nothing.


Nadia sighed. "What do we do now, Jean? We can't just sit here!"

"I know that, Nadia, but we can't just through ourselves into danger! We need to think of a way out of here, before we do anything else!"

"Maybe the people onboard the Nautilus know we're in here," Nadia said.

"I doubt it, Nadia. They wouldn't be shooting at the Garfish like this, if they did."

An idea came to Nadia. "Jean, use the amulet."


"Use the amulet's stone to break us out of here. If it's Atlantean, then it's bound to be just as strong as the Blue Water was!" Nadia said to him in excitement.

"You're right!" Jean pulled the amulet out of his pocket. He then placed the face of the stone itself onto the textite window and tried to scratch it. He pulled the stone away to find out that he had succeeded. There were deep scratches all over the window.

"Jean, take the stone out of the amulet. You need to penetrate it deeper if we are to escape this place."

He nodded and carefully pulled the stone from the bracelet. Once it was pulled out, he used the stone's edges to penetrate the textite. He dented a circle into it and then pulled the stone away from the window. He placed his hand on the textite and pushed. The circle he made fell open and water began to sink in. He shoved the stone into his pocket, grabbed Nadia, and swam out of the Garfish.

* * * * *

"I'm detecting movement around us. However, the source isn't manmade. As a matter of fact, it's organic."

The Captain was startled. "Organic? Is it coming towards us?"


"Is it only one source?"

"No, there are two. They both appear to be human."

"Halt the firing, until they have been retrieved."


* * * * *

'We're almost there, Nadia. Just a little further,' he thought as he looked at his beloved, who had passed out.

Before they reached the Nautilus, the large submarine let loose a net from one of their emergency exits. Jean held Nadia tightly as he gripped the net that pulled them both in.

* * * * *

"Are they in?"


"Good. I'm going to go see them. You have control of the bridge, first officer."


* * * * *

Jean opened his eyes and noticed that they had been pulled into a rather large storage room. He looked at Nadia and saw that she was still passed out. He sighed and waited for someone to come and see them.

Just then, a door opened and in came a young and beautiful woman. She had short, blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a white Captain's hat, that resembled Captain Nemo's, plus a pair black slacks, white blouse, and a black blazer. She looked towards Jean and Nadia and furrowed her brow. Next, she blinked.

"Jean, Nadia?"

Jean's eyes widened in recognition to the woman's voice. "Miss Electra!"

She ran towards them and asked, "What happened to you two? Are you all right?"

Jean looked at Nadia, and smiled. "Yes, we're fine now. We were both kidnapped by someone named Vandermik."

Electra's eyes narrowed at that name. "You said Vandermik, correct?"

Jean nodded, so Electra continued, "You do know that he is Atlantean, right?"

"Yes, and we were both shocked to find that out. Did Captain Nemo know that he was still alive?"

"Yes. Except for myself, none of the crew knew. We kept it from them, in hopes that Vandermik had died that year along with Gargoyle. I later found out that our hopes had been in vain. We have been fighting Vandermik for the past year," Electra explained.

"So, who rebuilt the Nautilus?" Jean asked.

"Minus Captain Nemo, the whole crew."

"So, you're the new Captain, right?" he asked.

Electra nodded. "Yes, Jean. My first officer is Echo."

Jean was surprised. "Wow! That's incredible!"

Electra smiled. "Well, enough about the Nautilus. How have you two been?"

Jean blushed lightly. "Umm…Nadia and I have been together for the past three years."

"So, I take it that you two having been dating each other, right?"

Jean blushed even more, but nodded. "Right."

"Why don't you come with me and I'll show you to your quarters."

Jean nodded and followed Electra to the main hall, while carefully cradling Nadia in his arms.

* * * * *

"They've escaped, Sir."

Vandermik sneered. "You incompetent fools. How could you let them escape."

"They broke through the window in the room they were sealed in."

"How could they have escaped through there? It was made completely out of textite!" Vandermik exclaimed, baffled. Suddenly a slow and evil smile crept onto his face. "Of course. How could I've be so naïve?"

One guard gave him a confused look. "Sir?"

"Attack the Nautilus with our laser beams. They are for sure there."

The guard nodded. "Yes, Sir." Then he and the other guards went off to prepare their attack.

Vandermik just stood there with an evil grin plastered on his face. 'You may have won this battle, Electra, but you haven't won the war!'

* * * * *

Electra opened open the door that led to Nadia and Jean's new quarters. Jean looked at Electra questionably.

"I thought that Nadia and I were going to be put in separate rooms."

Electra smiled. "You two are no longer children. I believe that you can both take care of yourselves, am I right?"

Jean blushed brightly and Electra chuckled. "All right, I'm off to the main bridge. Once you're done settling in, would you like to take a look at it, Jean?" she asked.

Jean nodded enthusiastically. Electra laughed at this and went off to the bridge. Jean looked at Nadia and sighed. "I hope she feels better after some rest." He brought her inside of the room and laid her down on one of the beds. He then walked out of the room and to the main bridge.

* * * * *

Echo turned his head as soon as he heard the door open. "Hello, Captain. So, who are our guests?"

"They are two people whom we thought that we would never see again."

Echo scratched his head in confusion. "That could be anyone!"

Electra laughed heartily at Echo's confusion. "Well, you're just going to have to wait."

Echo pouted. "Ah, man!"

Electra raised an eyebrow at him. "You can be so childish at times."

Suddenly, the door to the bridge opened and there stood Jean. He grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck, while everyone, minus Electra, looked at him in shock.

"Jean!" Echo bounded towards the young man. He gave him a mighty hug and then gave him a pat on the back. "How've you been? It seems like ages since I last saw you!"

"Umm…Nadia's here, too," Jean said, blushing a little.

A sly grin crept over Echo's face. "Oh, is she? Are things well between you two? If you know what I mean."

Jean's face turned as red as a tomato. Echo laughed in response. He then said, "Have you gotten taller, or is it just me?"

Jean noticed that he had grown a bit taller than Echo. He wasn't that scrawny kid from three years in the past, anymore. He had grown into an actual man.

"Wow, Jean. How many girls go after ya, huh?" Echo asked, nudging him.

Jean's face was still red. "Umm…a few. I always turn them down, though."

Echo's face fell. "Why?!"

Jean rolled his eyes. "Still the same, old Echo, I see. I've told you before, I've got Nadia!"

Just then, Icolina entered the room. She smiled at her fiancé, but when she saw Jean, her eyes widened.

She blinked about three times before saying, "Who is this?"

"Don't you recognize him?" Echo asked.

"No, but he sure is handsome!" Icolina commented, looking Jean over. Jean became as red as one could get.

"Hey! What about me!" Echo exclaimed.

She smiled at him and then hugged him. "Oh, darling, you know no one can ever replace you. I was just looking, nothing else."

"Well, even if you were just looking, you oughta know that he's taken."

Icolina looked interested. "Really, by whom?"

Echo smiled impishly. "Nadia."

Icolina's eyes grew wider than ever. She looked at Jean in amazement. "Jean, is that you?"

Jean nodded and Icolina gasped. "Oh my, I'm so sorry about those comments I made. I hope that I didn't embarrass you!"

"It's ok. It happens to me all the time in Le Havre."

She blinked. "It does?"

"Yes, but I ignore it. I'm with Nadia and I'm happy with her," Jean told her.

"Jean, do you love her?"

At that moment, Electra began to spy on them. She herself had taken a sudden interest in Jean. Since he was older, she had a chance. Plus, his looks didn't hurt matters in the least.

Jean looked at Icolina and smiled. "Yes, I do love her, but she told me that she's not in love with me. She said that she cares about me and likes me very much, but that's it."

"Have you told her?"

Jean shook his head. "No, I haven't had the courage to do so."

"Are you afraid that she'll reject you?"

"No matter how much she's changed, Nadia is still Nadia. Meaning that she's still stubborn and pessimistic," Jean explained.

Icolina raised an eyebrow. "So, it isn't a matter of rejection. You just think that she won't believe you."


Icolina shook her head. "It makes no difference. If you don't tell her, you'll just be hurting yourself and maybe even her."

Jean lowered his eyes. "I see. But, I don't know what to do."

"Where is she now?"

"She's asleep," Jean told her.

"Well, once she wakes up, offer to make her dinner. She'll love that," Icolina said.

"But, Nadia doesn't eat meat or fish."

"Then make her a salad. Also, if you know what her favorite dish is, make that," Icolina explained.

Jean's eyes began to shine. "You're right! I'll make her the best dinner she ever had! Could you show me where the kitchen is? I need to start right now."

So, Icolina and Jean walked off of the bridge and to the kitchen. Soon after, the Nautilus intercepted a message from the Garfish.

Electra was interested. "Put it through."

Just then, a visual of Vandermik came up on the screen. "Ah, my dear Electra. I believe you have something that belongs to me."

Her eyes narrowed. "I don't have anything you could possibly want."

Vandermik sneered. "Ah, but I believe you do. You see, the two passengers that you picked up were prisoners onboard my vessel. Now, if you'll kindly turn them over, we promise to stop firing at you."

Electra wasn't buying it. "I know that you lie very well, Vandermik. However, I am curious as to why you want them back so badly."

Vandermik smirked. "Don't you know? That boy has the Ruby Amulet stashed inside his pocket. The girl is needed to power the amulet. The amulet will control her actions, and I will control her mind."

Electra glared at him. "You're sick!"

"So, what's your answer, my dear?"

"No," Electra replied soundly and coldly.

"How very typical. Well, in that case, expect a surprise attack from us at any time. Farewell, my dear." Vandermik's image flickered away from the screen and Electra slumped down in her Captain's chair.

She was worried. 'How did Jean ever get his hands on the amulet? Once Vandermik finds out that Jean's the actual key to the amulet, he'll be in even more danger.'

"First officer, we need to surface right now!"

Echo looked at her in astonishment. "Now? The Nautilus isn't that badly damaged!"

Electra glared at him. "Do it!"


Echo and the other crewmembers put the Nautilus in gear to surface. Electra needed to make sure that Jean and Nadia remained safe.

Especially Jean.

* * * * *

To be continued…

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