All right, I know there have been a few stories that addressed Marguerite's status as the chosen one, but this story hit me like a bolt of lightning. Being such a huge R/M shipper, this is going to be hard for me to write, but I've always enjoyed a challenge. I'd like to blame this plot line on my fever, for I'm a bit sickly at the moment. On the bright side, this just might be the first story I've written where I know how it's going to end from the start. But, like I said, it's going to be hard for me to write. Any reviews would be greatly appreciated. I'll need support if I'm going to see this through, lol. Hope you like it.
Oh, and TLW character's aren't mine, although I will have a couple original characters in here. Well, at least one anyway. But, Marguerite, Roxton, Malone, and Veronica aren't mine. I'm just borrowing them. I promise that when I'm done, I'll put them back where I found them.
Dai stiho
~CrimssonCat~
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"I just passed Roxton on my way to the treehouse, and he looked furious." Malone exclaimed as he stepped from the elevator. "What happened?"
"He and Marguerite had another one of their little lover's quarrels." Veronica told him. "Although I've never seen them get quite so mad at one another."
"Roxton used one of Marguerite's favorite scarves to polish his hunting riffles." Challenger explained. "And our dear Marguerite was less than forgiving."
"I can imagine." Malone laughed. "But, better him than me."
They watched Marguerite storm around the treehouse for a few moments, cursing under her breath and looking for something to take her anger out on.
"Perhaps we should get out of her way before we become her next target." Challenger suggested. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in my laboratory."
"I have the sudden urge to write in my journal." Malone agreed.
"Challenger, do you need any help?" Veronica offered.
The three of them quickly fled the room, eager to get away from Marguerite and her temper.
~*~*~*
A few hours later, Veronica ventured out of the lab. Marguerite had been playing records for the past hour or so, and Veronica took this as a sign that the heiress had calmed down a bit. She found Marguerite reading at the table.
"How are you feeling?" Veronica asked warily.
"Perfectly all right." Marguerite assured her. "Although Roxton won't be when he finally decides to come home." She added.
"He's been gone for awhile." Veronica noted.
"Probably trying to figure out how to get back into my good graces." Marguerite dismissed Veronica's worries.
"If you say so."
"So, what are you making for dinner?" Marguerite asked.
"What? It's not my night, it's Malone's." Veronica protested.
"Yes, but you make a better raptor steak than he does, and I feel like sinking my teeth into something juicy." Marguerite reasoned.
"So then why don't you make it yourself?"
"Please." Marguerite scoffed.
Veronica sighed. There was no reasoning with Marguerite when she was like this.
~*~*~*
"That was delicious." Challenger said with a smile. "Veronica, you never cease to amaze me."
"Yes, it really was something." Malone agreed.
"I'm glad you liked it, because you're doing the dishes Ned." Veronica laughed.
"I suppose it's only fair." He agreed.
"I thought Roxton would have been home by now." Marguerite murmured.
"I thought you weren't worried." Veronica teased her.
"I'm not." Marguerite assured her. "It's just I know how bad reheated reptile tastes, and how much John hates it."
"Whatever you say Marguerite." Malone laughed.
~*~*~*
"Damnit Roxton, where are you." Marguerite murmured.
There was only an hour of daylight left, and there was still no sign of Marguerite's favorite hunter.
"Maybe we should go out and look for him." Marguerite spoke loud enough for the others to hear her.
"I agree. He's been gone much too long." Challenger nodded.
That was all the encouragement Marguerite needed. Before they could say anything else, she had her guns and was waiting by the elevator.
"Well, aren't you coming?" She demanded impatiently.
~*~*~*
"He's probably just gone for a swim to clear his head." Marguerite spoke. "It's not like he can't take care of himself."
"I'm sure he's fine." Veronica assured her.
Marguerite regarded the younger woman.
"I hope so." She said softly.
Veronica suddenly stopped, and Marguerite stopped too. Ahead of them, Malone and Challenger were staring at something in the distance, their eyes wide in horror.
"No.." Challenger inhaled sharply.
"What is it?" Marguerite asked wearily as she and Veronica made their way forward.
But Challenger and Malone didn't bother to answer her. They seemed to be paralyzed by whatever they were looking at. Slowly, Marguerite saw what kept them frozen.
First, a foot. Then a leg. Until his whole body was in sight.
"John.." She spoke softly.
"Oh my God.." Veronica gasped.
Roxton lay before them, his mid-section ripped out, and his entrails scattered across the path. A few feet away lay a raptor, dead with a bullet through it's neck.
"Roxton?" Marguerite called to him softly. "Roxton!?" More demanding this time. "JOHN!" She shrieked, rushing forward.
"Marguerite, no." Challenger exclaimed as he grabbed her around the waist.
"Let me go!" Marguerite screeched as she thrashed, trying to get loose. "John! John! George, let me go! He needs me! Oh God.. Roxton.. you can't be dead." Marguerite sobbed, her body going limp suddenly. "Oh God.." She cried. "You just can't be dead.."
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Roxton can't really be dead.. can he? What will this do to Marguerite? And what about the rest of our beloved explorers? Review, and let me know what you think. (Come on, you know you wanna.)
=^..^=
Oh, and TLW character's aren't mine, although I will have a couple original characters in here. Well, at least one anyway. But, Marguerite, Roxton, Malone, and Veronica aren't mine. I'm just borrowing them. I promise that when I'm done, I'll put them back where I found them.
Dai stiho
~CrimssonCat~
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"I just passed Roxton on my way to the treehouse, and he looked furious." Malone exclaimed as he stepped from the elevator. "What happened?"
"He and Marguerite had another one of their little lover's quarrels." Veronica told him. "Although I've never seen them get quite so mad at one another."
"Roxton used one of Marguerite's favorite scarves to polish his hunting riffles." Challenger explained. "And our dear Marguerite was less than forgiving."
"I can imagine." Malone laughed. "But, better him than me."
They watched Marguerite storm around the treehouse for a few moments, cursing under her breath and looking for something to take her anger out on.
"Perhaps we should get out of her way before we become her next target." Challenger suggested. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in my laboratory."
"I have the sudden urge to write in my journal." Malone agreed.
"Challenger, do you need any help?" Veronica offered.
The three of them quickly fled the room, eager to get away from Marguerite and her temper.
~*~*~*
A few hours later, Veronica ventured out of the lab. Marguerite had been playing records for the past hour or so, and Veronica took this as a sign that the heiress had calmed down a bit. She found Marguerite reading at the table.
"How are you feeling?" Veronica asked warily.
"Perfectly all right." Marguerite assured her. "Although Roxton won't be when he finally decides to come home." She added.
"He's been gone for awhile." Veronica noted.
"Probably trying to figure out how to get back into my good graces." Marguerite dismissed Veronica's worries.
"If you say so."
"So, what are you making for dinner?" Marguerite asked.
"What? It's not my night, it's Malone's." Veronica protested.
"Yes, but you make a better raptor steak than he does, and I feel like sinking my teeth into something juicy." Marguerite reasoned.
"So then why don't you make it yourself?"
"Please." Marguerite scoffed.
Veronica sighed. There was no reasoning with Marguerite when she was like this.
~*~*~*
"That was delicious." Challenger said with a smile. "Veronica, you never cease to amaze me."
"Yes, it really was something." Malone agreed.
"I'm glad you liked it, because you're doing the dishes Ned." Veronica laughed.
"I suppose it's only fair." He agreed.
"I thought Roxton would have been home by now." Marguerite murmured.
"I thought you weren't worried." Veronica teased her.
"I'm not." Marguerite assured her. "It's just I know how bad reheated reptile tastes, and how much John hates it."
"Whatever you say Marguerite." Malone laughed.
~*~*~*
"Damnit Roxton, where are you." Marguerite murmured.
There was only an hour of daylight left, and there was still no sign of Marguerite's favorite hunter.
"Maybe we should go out and look for him." Marguerite spoke loud enough for the others to hear her.
"I agree. He's been gone much too long." Challenger nodded.
That was all the encouragement Marguerite needed. Before they could say anything else, she had her guns and was waiting by the elevator.
"Well, aren't you coming?" She demanded impatiently.
~*~*~*
"He's probably just gone for a swim to clear his head." Marguerite spoke. "It's not like he can't take care of himself."
"I'm sure he's fine." Veronica assured her.
Marguerite regarded the younger woman.
"I hope so." She said softly.
Veronica suddenly stopped, and Marguerite stopped too. Ahead of them, Malone and Challenger were staring at something in the distance, their eyes wide in horror.
"No.." Challenger inhaled sharply.
"What is it?" Marguerite asked wearily as she and Veronica made their way forward.
But Challenger and Malone didn't bother to answer her. They seemed to be paralyzed by whatever they were looking at. Slowly, Marguerite saw what kept them frozen.
First, a foot. Then a leg. Until his whole body was in sight.
"John.." She spoke softly.
"Oh my God.." Veronica gasped.
Roxton lay before them, his mid-section ripped out, and his entrails scattered across the path. A few feet away lay a raptor, dead with a bullet through it's neck.
"Roxton?" Marguerite called to him softly. "Roxton!?" More demanding this time. "JOHN!" She shrieked, rushing forward.
"Marguerite, no." Challenger exclaimed as he grabbed her around the waist.
"Let me go!" Marguerite screeched as she thrashed, trying to get loose. "John! John! George, let me go! He needs me! Oh God.. Roxton.. you can't be dead." Marguerite sobbed, her body going limp suddenly. "Oh God.." She cried. "You just can't be dead.."
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Roxton can't really be dead.. can he? What will this do to Marguerite? And what about the rest of our beloved explorers? Review, and let me know what you think. (Come on, you know you wanna.)
=^..^=