Author: Lady Kim

Spoilers: Heart of Storm, The Journey Begins, Secret, The Knife, Eye for an Eye, Trapped, and possibly some other...

Rated: PG or PG-13 it depend of some people...

Note: Philip is my pure imagination lol... I know Marguerite was married to many men and one of them was the Baron Von Helfing, but in my story I didn't care for Marguerite's past... So... certain things don't match her real life on the episodes... except for Xan and Callum...

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Special thanks to TheChosenOne !!!!!!!! She will correct all my fan fiction and without her help, I would never been able to post it!

Another life

Chapter 1:

Stretched lengthwise on the altar, Marguerite was under the hands of a druid. She groaned seeing the druid's knife above her heart. She couldn't struggle more than she was already trying to! The druids solidly trapped marguerite, her only thought turned toward Roxton. Where was he? Why hasn't he come to her rescue? He was always there when she needed him! The answer was simple; he was somewhere else, probably in danger! Marguerite understood that this time there would be no miraculous escape! That was enough for her to shout desperately with a sob in her throat:

-Roxton!!! Where are you?!!

But no one answered at her plea! The druid just smiled evilly and said:

-Adieu Morrigan, I swear your soul will lie in Hell!

-No!!! She yelled.

As the knife was going to pierce her heart, the plateau seemed to waver again! A wave of space appeared in front of her as though she was losing her mind.

°°°°°A

A light wind blew slowly through the half-closed windows of a beautiful room. Marguerite was deeply asleep when she awoke abruptly with a terrible headache. She passed one of her hands through her long curly hair. Her jerky breath proved that she had had a horrible nightmare! But which one? Her mind was totally confused! She glanced at Philip, who seemed to be in a dream of his own. With a nervous sigh, she put her feet on the floor and walked toward the bathroom near their room.

In front of the little sink, she rapidly opened the faucets of cold water and splashed her face. Her hands were shaking and her dry throat was enough to fray her nerves. Furiously, she took a drink of water. She couldn't be tired because she had a rendezvous with Callum tomorrow, who was stopping in London under the order of his superior, Xan. He had asked her to take the boat for Shanghai, but she had refused, knowing his reputation, he would want her for some sort of important mission. But she had agreed to meet his «sservant» at an according time in a little restaurant to listen to his proposition.

She let another sigh escape her mouth and she returned to their room. She returned to bed, trying not awake Philip… e even if the bed was too big and he was too far from her that he could discern some of her movement! She pulled the quilt up to her chin and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

***

Roxton hardly opened his eyes, trying desperately to escape his dream world. His spirit came rapidly back to Earth thinking for the thousandth time of his brother, whose death he caused! The responsibility had never stopped eating at him and haunting him night! The reporters had run with that story: the new Lord acquired the title after his brother's accidental death. Oh… a and Rice had really helped to light fire under the rumor. John stayed in his manor for more than three weeks, going out only for fresh air, refusing every invitation given out of sympathy. Of course, his obligation to king and country forced him to leave his manor. He knew that the death of William had been a horrible accident… b but deep in his heart and his soul nothing could heal this guilt that suffocated him. But more horrible than the gossip exclaiming he had killed his brother to obtain the title Lord John Roxton… H His father was dead too…TwTwisting the knife in his heart. And his mother was alone in Paris… H

He shook his head. He was not going to isolate himself like a hermit the rest of his life and live in the past! With that thought, he stood up quickly, put on beige pants and a blue shirt. He left his room, deciding to accept the invitation of one of his friends.

***

Marguerite and Callum sat face to face. Their tea having been, served the Asian began:

-Miss Smith… S Since you have left Shanghai, Xan has had some difficulty collecting a certain valuable object.

-And? This is not my problem Callum! If you're here to ask me to steal some mysterious valuable object… I I refuse! Marguerite answered curtly.

-This is not a theft Miss Smith… b but an exchange…-E

-Exchange? She repeated, wondering what he really wanted from her!

-Yes… X Xan would like to meet you… I I have a passport for Shanghai in your name… w well the one that you have at the moment… -

-What are you insinuating?

-Nothing, but… X Xan has something that is yours.

-What is it? Marguerite was getting impatient.

She moved closer to him, her eyes a beautiful stormy gray-green.

-I can't tell you, but if you go to Shanghai and meet Xan, he will explain…Sh

She stood up abruptly and looked at Callum with disdain.

-I will not move for him! But I will take the passport with me and think about it. She grumbled taking the paper.

With these words, the young woman left with dignity. Outside the restaurant her driver, Karl, was waiting for her. She walked up beside him and asked him to let her walk a little bit before she arrived at her house. So, he stopped and she got in after walking one or two hours, and they continued toward their destination. She thanked him and stepped out of the car. Her sophisticated hairstyle, elegant dress and diamond necklace gave her the appearance of an extremely rich and important woman. All of this and a layer of make-up to complete the image. Although she put up a cold front and kept up the facade of an extravagant woman, she kept this wave of sadness that made her fell like a woman who had wasted her life. It's true that she was rich and respected in the whole ring of spies, but she has had enough of this game...

She was so lost in her thought that she pushed a man on the street! As she turned her head toward the stranger, a sudden expression of his surprised her. This glance, these eyes... roguish and serious... Time really seemed to stop when he looked at her with a fabulous intensity. He was terribly attractive. To prevent him from noticing how she felt, she said with acidity:

-Next time, can you look where you put your feet?!

Roxton glared into the eyes of this woman who had downright charged him and who had the audacity to accuse him for her carelessness! Strange, this woman seemed so familiar to him... That's why he asked, ignoring her last remark:

-Have we met?

-No... Not to my knowledge, she retorted coldly.

-In that case, I'm not going to make an excuse because you deliberately charged into me! He said with a devilish smile.

Damn.... That smile! She really had the feeling that she already admired that little smirk! She had never seen this man and he mysteriously disturbed her.

-Well... goodbye!

John was not able to let her go. This woman had intrigued him... So he quickly caught up with her.

-What are you doing?!

What was he doing? He had no idea!

-Can I offer you a drink? He quickly proposed.

She tilted her head, curving an eyebrow, making her sexier!

-A drink? No thanks!

-Could we see us again?

What happened to him?!! He was seducing a woman who wasn't even his type! At first, she looked at him in such contempt that any man would have fled. Then, of course, she was arrogant. He hated that enormously in a woman. But she also had something in her that attracted him.

-Why? She asked, glancing in front of her.

-Actually... I don't know! He answered honestly.

-Then, I see no reason why I should go with you!

It was indeed what he had in mind: leave her! But something held him near her. He wanted to see her again. «AAnd after?» imposed his sub conscience. Where would this lead him? Nowhere, no doubt. He couldn't obtain anything from this woman, not even her friendship. Then why did he continue to follow her! He must face the facts.

-You're right... He said.

At his agreement, she stopped to look at him. God... her eyes were more than enchanting! He would have been able to stop traffic with those eyes! With an air of flirtation, he took her hand and gently kissed it.

-Bye... Miss?

-Krux. She said, trying to keep her cool mood. She jerked her hand back.

Marguerite didn't take the time to let him speak again and turned on her feet.

Roxton watched Miss Krux walk away with grace and determination. He really wondered why he missed her! Many women wanted his undivided attention and he took full advantage. So why he had insisted on getting to know this woman, who was apparently distant with every man on the planet! He had to admit that to be look at in an indifferent way hurt his male pride. He slowly raised his shoulders, as if to prove that that did not have any importance and he too walked away, although he could not erase those gray-green eyes of that woman.

Once away from the stranger, Marguerite stopped immediately many images and words came to her that she had the impression of having previously lived. The strangest thing was the apparition of the man she had cross on the street!

They were in a little boat with their oars in an almost charming landscape. She was completely lost in her thoughts. The man glanced at her when he said:

-So... when are you gonna tell us the real reason you funded this expedition?

-I funded it. What does it matter?

-I know the reasons the others are here, for Challenger it's a quest of knowledge, Summerlee pride, Malone's looking for the story of the century and I'm sure you know why I'm here...

Her vision stopped there. She had been able to remember the face of the stranger whom she had knocked down. But in her mind his hair was much longer. She preferred it that way... Oh Stop! She was comparing two men, who were obviously the same man, which she knew in no way! Either she was going crazy or she had met him in a previous life.

-Stupidity! She faltered.

She turned a corner of the street and arrived, thirty minutes later, at her house.

Of course, Philip was probably not there. It had been a long time since their relationship had come to an end. The question was if they ever really had one! They had hated each other ever since he put a ring on her finger... No... That wasn't true... She had believed she loved him and was loved in return; it wasn't long before she had her head knocked against a wall. Hardly two years into the marriage and he had picked up a mistress!

She entered in the big hallway. Then untied her hair before she came into her room where Philip was waiting for her. She knew by his expression, that he wanted something... She knew there was no mistake when she saw him advance toward her and embrace her. When he was tried to kiss her, she pushed him away!

-Don't trying that again Philip! She said without hiding her disgust.

-What's going on with you Marguerite? We are married you know!

-And you know why too! If it was up to me... We would have been divorced a long time ago. In fact, exactly two years after our wedding... then don't make the effort to show gallantry.

Philip darkened and stepped in her direction as she stepped back. He pointed his finger in her face.

-You are my wife! For the rest of your life you belong to me. You know very well how people see divorce and the deal between us was clear, was it not?

-I rarely keep my promises Krux! But you just don't want to lose face! I can see the first page of the gazette now: Lord Philip Krux, a conspirator with a bandit and married with two mistresses!

His face flushed with anger and she was more amused than scared when he joined her on the stairs, raising his hand to her. However, he did not hit her. He was too afraid to touch her! He settled glaring at her with disdain and saying:

-Lord Alexander Karson has invited us to his ceremony... you will come with me... I would like to ask you poli...

-Save your sarcasm! She shouted in a voice that would take anyone out of his good manner.

The more she was with him the more she hated him! She hated him to such a point that she wanted to kill him! She fell on the bed of a friend's room she was staying in and closed her eyes. It was the better to forget her whole bloody life, which was practically a catastrophe.

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During this time at the treehouse, Veronica was always holding her necklace in her right hand. The light around her and the storm seemed to deprive the little force she had accumulated. She fell on her knees and yelled for the thousandth time:

-Mother!!! Is that I'm supposed to do?

A sudden appearance was slowly transmitted in the dazzling circle that surrounded the house. She easily recognized her mother, who was smiling.

-You're doing the right thing my angel, stand firm and do not release the Trion.

With these words, her mother was gone! The young blonde emitted a hardly audible groan when she finally lost her mind. The thunder and storm left quietly, leaving behind a magnificent sun. The light surrounding the treehouse returned to its place, plunging the jungle into an almost dead silence.

Challenger opened his eyes and got up. He was near the electric fence of the treehouse. This world swept through his mind in which robots ruled and rushed into the house. He quickly went to Veronica. She was still squeezing her pendant with such a force that made it impossible for him to dislodge it. Without losing time, he felt her pulse, examined her head fearing she was in shock and placed her on the sofa.

One hour later, she opened her eyes. She looked at Challenger.

-George! Are you alright?!?

-Yes... yes... what happened? Asked the scientist, glancing around the place. It was really damaged.

-Actually... I can't answer you... but maybe I saved the plateau... she murmured

-You saved all of our lives Veronica, and I can't explain logically the nature of this plateau, but I think we should be careful...

-Yes...

-Where are Roxton, Marguerite, and Finn?

-Finn is missing... perhaps in the future... She said with a sad voice. -And Marguerite and Roxton... I haven't seen them since they left the treehouse...

George lowered his head with a small plucking to his heart for the young Finn... she was like the little girl he never had...

-We should search for them. Challenger decreed. -But we will stay here for tonight, we need some rest, tomorrow at dawn we shall try to pick up their trail.

-Ok. She agreed. -My God... Summerlee, Ned, Finn and now Marguerite and Roxton!

-Hope... is all we have at the moment.

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