A Path To The Moon
Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost World, and all attached with it, and I never will.
Spoilers: The Secret. Just for this story, I'm totally ignoring that Cave Of Fear ever happened. So Marguerite never knew what her mother looked like.
Pairing: Marguerite/Roxton; Veronica/Ned
Status: Work In Progress
Summary: With the return of two significant people, Marguerite and Veronica's lives will never be the same.
Author's Notes: Okay, I little warning here. I haven't seen season 3. Still waiting for Space to show it in Canada. So as someone told me, this deviates from what happens concerning Veronica's parents. Anyways, I started this story right after The Secret, and it's just a piece of my imagination running wild.
Thanks.
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Marguerite sighed and put the book down. It was obvious that she wasn't going to get any reading done today, no matter how much she wanted. She stalked unhappily to the kitchen to get some water and was greeted by the site of Roxton sitting at the table cleaning his guns. 'Perfect,' she thought. 'Not only am I miserable, but everyone else seems to be having just a dandy time.' In fact Roxton looked quite content doing nothing but sit there and clean his rifle.
"Well, Marguerite, are you going to say something, or are you just going to stand there all day." Roxton's tone was teasing, and that just made her feel worse.
"I was planning on getting a glass of water, if you must know." She said with mild rebuke, but the infuriating man just took it in stride, deciding of all things to chuckle at her expense.
"Well don't let me stop you."
"I won't."
"Very well then." Roxton went back to cleaning his rifles and Marguerite walked right over to the water jug and poured some into a glass.
Taking a sip of the water, Marguerite felt better. Not 100 percent better, but getting there. She took a quick sip before turning back to the man that only minutes before she had snapped at. 'Oh well,' Marguerite thought, 'at least he is getting used to it. But I really should stop doing that.'
"Roxton, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
Marguerite blew a breath of air out between her lips before she released that the grin on his face meant that he was teasing her.
"Your insufferable," She said jokingly.
Roxton put down his rifle and then slowly got up towards her. A grin happily on his face, he looked like he was enjoying this. Then again, so was she. "Miss Krux, you know I only aim to please." Then he made a slightly exaggerated bow, which made her laugh. Roxton took the glass from her hands and took her face into his hands. "You know, we never did get to finish that dance."
"As I remember, we had a lot of time to finish, if only a certain Lord hadn't decided he suddenly didn't know how to dance."
Roxton pulled her into her arms and whispered to her, his mouth inches away from hers, "Well then, why doesn't this Lord show you exactly what he can do."
Marguerite tilted her head up expectantly when suddenly the lift started to climb up to the tree house. Roxton pulled himself away, long enough to grab the guns and situate himself with a clear view of the door. No one should be coming in today, Challenger and Malone where out looking for more samples for Challenger lab and Veronica was still out looking for her parents.
Marguerite heard laughter coming from the opening and suddenly Veronica's voice was heard. She put her hand on Roxton's arm, but he had obviously heard it too, for he was lowering his gun, and starting to put it away.
The lift stopped and Veronica came out. Then two people followed her. They walked over to where the couple stood with questioning looks on their face. Veronica wasn't one to bring home strangers. Plus she should be out there looking for her parents. Unless, the truth suddenly dawned on Marguerite and she made a quick glance to where the Layton family portrait was hung.
"Marguerite, Roxton, I would like you to meet, my parents. Daddy, Mom, I would like you to meet Marguerite Krux and Lord John Roxton." Marguerite and Roxton stood there planted to the floor for a second not believing what they were seeing. These were the parents that Veronica had been searching for almost 13 years.
In an uncharacteristic movement, Marguerite stepped up to Veronica and wrapped her arms around the younger woman. "I'm so happy for you. I know how long you have been searching for them." Marguerite stepped back and wiped a small tear from her eyes, and then watched as Roxton went up and repeated the same gesture.
All five people stood around for a minute just enjoying the moment of a reunited family when Marguerite looked at them and suddenly realized how tired they must be. "Why don't you go sit down, Roxton and I can prepare something for supper." Roxton looked at her dubiously, knowing her reputation in the kitchen, but didn't argue.
Veronica looked grateful and led her parents to the balcony. Marguerite sighed as she heard the sounds of happy laughter floating her way and briefly thought if that would happen if she ever found her parents. Would they even be alive for that matter?
"Okay, what are you doing Marguerite?"
Marguerite was startled that Roxton had walked up behind her without her noticing. She quickly wiped away the tears that had once again started to flow down her face. 'Pull yourself together,' Marguerite thought to herself.
"Oh nothing. Why do you ask?"
"Dinner, giving them time alone together. You usually do anything to get away from doing chores. Not that I mind making it together, but this isn't you. This is about your parents too, isn't it?"
Marguerite knew that Roxton had hit the nail right on, but she didn't want to admit it. She couldn't admit to him that see Veronica achieve her dream, had made her want to fight harder for hers. She couldn't admit to him that she wanted to desperately have that moment of serenity that see had seen on the younger women's face. That feeling when all your demons just disappear.
Roxton unexpectedly took her into her arms, and whispered into her ear, "We will find them. Whatever it takes we will find them." He held her for a minute, before letting her go gently. He quickly walked to the kitchen to get rid of his rifle and guns, before he started to make dinner. Marguerite just stood there totally unnerved. Had Roxton gotten to know her so well that he could find out what was bothering her and find a way to soothe her in a matter of minutes?
Her mind suddenly wandered to where she heard Veronica say her and Roxton's names. Not surprising considering they had been the one welcome the Layton's into what had once being their home. Still, she felt like she wanted to find out what they were talking about and she momentarily went closer to the balcony.
"...Marguerite was acting a little odd today. She doesn't normally open up to people that fast." She heard Veronica say.
"My dear, from what you told me, I wouldn't be surprised. It doesn't sound like Miss Krux has had an easy life. I wouldn't be surprised if normally she would have been suspicion of us."
"Sweetheart, I'm sure everything will be alright. Plus it looks like she had a certain Lord to look over her."
"That's for sure..." Veronica continued to tell some of the antics that the couple had gotten into while on the Plateau.
Marguerite walked away feeling a little better, but still a little disturbed that someone saw through her and Roxton so well. Normally she kept her feeling under wraps better, but there was just something about the jaded Lord, that made her feel wanted and safe.
She shook off the momentary uneasy that had settled around her and walked off to find Roxton and get the meal started.
TBC
I have the first 4 parts written, just waiting for feedback to post the next ones. *hint.hint* Email me at Sabrina_Fairchild@lycos.com Thanks.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost World, and all attached with it, and I never will.
Spoilers: The Secret. Just for this story, I'm totally ignoring that Cave Of Fear ever happened. So Marguerite never knew what her mother looked like.
Pairing: Marguerite/Roxton; Veronica/Ned
Status: Work In Progress
Summary: With the return of two significant people, Marguerite and Veronica's lives will never be the same.
Author's Notes: Okay, I little warning here. I haven't seen season 3. Still waiting for Space to show it in Canada. So as someone told me, this deviates from what happens concerning Veronica's parents. Anyways, I started this story right after The Secret, and it's just a piece of my imagination running wild.
Thanks.
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Marguerite sighed and put the book down. It was obvious that she wasn't going to get any reading done today, no matter how much she wanted. She stalked unhappily to the kitchen to get some water and was greeted by the site of Roxton sitting at the table cleaning his guns. 'Perfect,' she thought. 'Not only am I miserable, but everyone else seems to be having just a dandy time.' In fact Roxton looked quite content doing nothing but sit there and clean his rifle.
"Well, Marguerite, are you going to say something, or are you just going to stand there all day." Roxton's tone was teasing, and that just made her feel worse.
"I was planning on getting a glass of water, if you must know." She said with mild rebuke, but the infuriating man just took it in stride, deciding of all things to chuckle at her expense.
"Well don't let me stop you."
"I won't."
"Very well then." Roxton went back to cleaning his rifles and Marguerite walked right over to the water jug and poured some into a glass.
Taking a sip of the water, Marguerite felt better. Not 100 percent better, but getting there. She took a quick sip before turning back to the man that only minutes before she had snapped at. 'Oh well,' Marguerite thought, 'at least he is getting used to it. But I really should stop doing that.'
"Roxton, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
Marguerite blew a breath of air out between her lips before she released that the grin on his face meant that he was teasing her.
"Your insufferable," She said jokingly.
Roxton put down his rifle and then slowly got up towards her. A grin happily on his face, he looked like he was enjoying this. Then again, so was she. "Miss Krux, you know I only aim to please." Then he made a slightly exaggerated bow, which made her laugh. Roxton took the glass from her hands and took her face into his hands. "You know, we never did get to finish that dance."
"As I remember, we had a lot of time to finish, if only a certain Lord hadn't decided he suddenly didn't know how to dance."
Roxton pulled her into her arms and whispered to her, his mouth inches away from hers, "Well then, why doesn't this Lord show you exactly what he can do."
Marguerite tilted her head up expectantly when suddenly the lift started to climb up to the tree house. Roxton pulled himself away, long enough to grab the guns and situate himself with a clear view of the door. No one should be coming in today, Challenger and Malone where out looking for more samples for Challenger lab and Veronica was still out looking for her parents.
Marguerite heard laughter coming from the opening and suddenly Veronica's voice was heard. She put her hand on Roxton's arm, but he had obviously heard it too, for he was lowering his gun, and starting to put it away.
The lift stopped and Veronica came out. Then two people followed her. They walked over to where the couple stood with questioning looks on their face. Veronica wasn't one to bring home strangers. Plus she should be out there looking for her parents. Unless, the truth suddenly dawned on Marguerite and she made a quick glance to where the Layton family portrait was hung.
"Marguerite, Roxton, I would like you to meet, my parents. Daddy, Mom, I would like you to meet Marguerite Krux and Lord John Roxton." Marguerite and Roxton stood there planted to the floor for a second not believing what they were seeing. These were the parents that Veronica had been searching for almost 13 years.
In an uncharacteristic movement, Marguerite stepped up to Veronica and wrapped her arms around the younger woman. "I'm so happy for you. I know how long you have been searching for them." Marguerite stepped back and wiped a small tear from her eyes, and then watched as Roxton went up and repeated the same gesture.
All five people stood around for a minute just enjoying the moment of a reunited family when Marguerite looked at them and suddenly realized how tired they must be. "Why don't you go sit down, Roxton and I can prepare something for supper." Roxton looked at her dubiously, knowing her reputation in the kitchen, but didn't argue.
Veronica looked grateful and led her parents to the balcony. Marguerite sighed as she heard the sounds of happy laughter floating her way and briefly thought if that would happen if she ever found her parents. Would they even be alive for that matter?
"Okay, what are you doing Marguerite?"
Marguerite was startled that Roxton had walked up behind her without her noticing. She quickly wiped away the tears that had once again started to flow down her face. 'Pull yourself together,' Marguerite thought to herself.
"Oh nothing. Why do you ask?"
"Dinner, giving them time alone together. You usually do anything to get away from doing chores. Not that I mind making it together, but this isn't you. This is about your parents too, isn't it?"
Marguerite knew that Roxton had hit the nail right on, but she didn't want to admit it. She couldn't admit to him that see Veronica achieve her dream, had made her want to fight harder for hers. She couldn't admit to him that she wanted to desperately have that moment of serenity that see had seen on the younger women's face. That feeling when all your demons just disappear.
Roxton unexpectedly took her into her arms, and whispered into her ear, "We will find them. Whatever it takes we will find them." He held her for a minute, before letting her go gently. He quickly walked to the kitchen to get rid of his rifle and guns, before he started to make dinner. Marguerite just stood there totally unnerved. Had Roxton gotten to know her so well that he could find out what was bothering her and find a way to soothe her in a matter of minutes?
Her mind suddenly wandered to where she heard Veronica say her and Roxton's names. Not surprising considering they had been the one welcome the Layton's into what had once being their home. Still, she felt like she wanted to find out what they were talking about and she momentarily went closer to the balcony.
"...Marguerite was acting a little odd today. She doesn't normally open up to people that fast." She heard Veronica say.
"My dear, from what you told me, I wouldn't be surprised. It doesn't sound like Miss Krux has had an easy life. I wouldn't be surprised if normally she would have been suspicion of us."
"Sweetheart, I'm sure everything will be alright. Plus it looks like she had a certain Lord to look over her."
"That's for sure..." Veronica continued to tell some of the antics that the couple had gotten into while on the Plateau.
Marguerite walked away feeling a little better, but still a little disturbed that someone saw through her and Roxton so well. Normally she kept her feeling under wraps better, but there was just something about the jaded Lord, that made her feel wanted and safe.
She shook off the momentary uneasy that had settled around her and walked off to find Roxton and get the meal started.
TBC
I have the first 4 parts written, just waiting for feedback to post the next ones. *hint.hint* Email me at Sabrina_Fairchild@lycos.com Thanks.