Title: Who Said Love Doesn't Hurt
Author: Tatiana20
Summary: A young girl is saved, and a new love blossoms. But will it last?
Disclaimer: Sad to say I don't own The Lost World...damn. I'm just borrowing the characters for my own sadistic mind. hehehe :)
Note: Okay, my first fanfic, so be gentle. i had just watched a few episodes of the show and i loved it. might get a few things wrong though concerning characters, locations, etc. so please dont flame me!!
Note 2: beginning is pretty mellow, but will get angsty later on. if i'm good enough, you'll need a tissue. then again, maybe not... :)
Chapter 1: Another Lost Soul
"Malone, care to go on a hunt with me? Our supply of raptor meat is running low."
Malone looked up at Roxton, his concentration broken. He had been hoping to write in his journal but decided to go with Roxton. He wanted to get away from the tree house anyway.
His relationship with Veronica was turning a little sour; he desired a romantic relationship, she didn't. Right now she was off exploring with Marguerite, Challenger was collecting more specimens to examine and he was left to brew over the fact that she didn't want to be anything more than a friend.
"Sure, let me get my gear." Malone gathered up his gun and pack and followed Roxton into the dense jungle. The sounds of the plateau surrounded the two men. Malone closed his eyes, absorbing the atmosphere. Thoughts of Veronica dissolved as he took in the peacefulness of the moment. That feeling was short lived when a scream filled the air. Both men glanced at each other and ran in the direction of where the scream seemed to come from. They arrived to see a girl backed up against a tree and a dozen ape- men moving in on her. Roxton shot at the ones that were closest to her, making others run away. One ape-man grabbed the girl and tried to make off with her. Malone took aim and brought it down. The girl hit her head on a tree trunk when she landed and was knocked unconscious. Malone and Roxton ran to her, turning the girl on her back.
Malone checked her head, his gaze zeroing in on the large gash on her forehead that was oozing blood. "Who do you think she is?" questioned Malone, "I don't know," answered Roxton, "but we better hurry up and get back to the tree house. More ape-men might come and she needs to be tended to."
Roxton swung his rifle onto his shoulder and picked the girl up in his arms. Malone scanned around for any signs of returning ape-men and saw a pack that must belong to the girl underneath some leaves. He picked up the pack and left as quickly as he could with Roxton back home.
* * *
Roxton placed the girl on Marguerite's bed. He then went to boil water and get some cloths to clean the wound. Malone watched over the girl, taking the time alone to get a closer look at her. Besides the gash and the blood that was still oozing out, the girl was pleasing to the eye. Dark black hair framed her face, he would bet that her eyes would be chocolate brown considering her hair color, and her skin was a light caramel color. Her clothes were rather strange though. A sleeveless black blouse with what looked like schoolboy's shorts but conceivably shorter covered her body. It revealed a large of amount of her skin. She reminded him of Veronica and the type of clothing she liked to wear. Malone shook his head, trying to block out the thought. He didn't want to think about her now. Roxton came in with the bowl of hot water and the strips of cloth and handed them to Malone, giving him something other than Veronica to dwell on. He thanked him and got to work on cleaning the wound and binding it up. Roxton leaned against the wall, thoughtful. He wanted to know who this mysterious girl was. How had she gotten into the predicament they had found her in? Roxton was very curious and was slightly wary. So many strangers had passed through their lives and most of them had tried to kill them or turn them into something unnatural. He didn't know whether or not this girl could be dangerous. He would have to wait until she woke up for him to satisfy his curiosity.
"I've cleaned and bandaged it as good as I can. Hopefully Challenger gets back soon so the girl can be taken care of properly." Malone washed his hands, looking at the girl as he wiped them dry.
Roxton left the room, with Malone right behind. Both men sat at the table waiting for the others to return. Not long after, the creaking sounds of the lift sounded their arrival. Challenger, Marguerite and Veronica entered, all chatting in high-spirited tones. They greeted Roxton and Malone, only Veronica avoiding eye contact with Malone when she sounded the greeting. Marguerite went straight for Roxton.
"So, what did the mighty hunter do today? Shoot everything in sight perhaps?" Marguerite teased, sending a sly smile his way.
"Well actually Miss Krux, I was looking for a beast and instead found a beauty," nodding his head in the direction of her room. Marguerite gave him a puzzled look and walked to her room. She let out a small gasp when she saw a girl lying on her bed and turned back to Roxton.
Challenger had followed Marguerite and was just as surprised. The girl looked very young, almost as young as Veronica and yet she didn't look like she could have survived the wilderness for long. He was curious to know how she had gotten here. Veronica was just as curious.
Malone seemed to have read their thoughts when he said, "we have no idea who she is, how she got here, or why she's here."
Marguerite wasn't satisfied with the answer and voiced her worry. "How do we know she's not some kind of siren, succubus or witch sent here to kill us or seduce you men?"
Roxton gave her a knowing smile. "Oh don't worry my dear, no siren could out sing you. I'm already under your spell."
"Oh do be quiet John Roxton. I'm in no mood for your games." She huffed her frustration and threw herself into the nearest chair away from Roxton.
Challenger grinned at the play between the two then focused on the question at hand: Who was she? Malone asked everyone what he or she thought they should do. Marguerite was still apprehensive but didn't want to just throw out someone that might pose no threat at all, Roxton and Challenger wanted see what the girl was about, and Veronica didn't seem to mind so they left it at that.
Author: Tatiana20
Summary: A young girl is saved, and a new love blossoms. But will it last?
Disclaimer: Sad to say I don't own The Lost World...damn. I'm just borrowing the characters for my own sadistic mind. hehehe :)
Note: Okay, my first fanfic, so be gentle. i had just watched a few episodes of the show and i loved it. might get a few things wrong though concerning characters, locations, etc. so please dont flame me!!
Note 2: beginning is pretty mellow, but will get angsty later on. if i'm good enough, you'll need a tissue. then again, maybe not... :)
Chapter 1: Another Lost Soul
"Malone, care to go on a hunt with me? Our supply of raptor meat is running low."
Malone looked up at Roxton, his concentration broken. He had been hoping to write in his journal but decided to go with Roxton. He wanted to get away from the tree house anyway.
His relationship with Veronica was turning a little sour; he desired a romantic relationship, she didn't. Right now she was off exploring with Marguerite, Challenger was collecting more specimens to examine and he was left to brew over the fact that she didn't want to be anything more than a friend.
"Sure, let me get my gear." Malone gathered up his gun and pack and followed Roxton into the dense jungle. The sounds of the plateau surrounded the two men. Malone closed his eyes, absorbing the atmosphere. Thoughts of Veronica dissolved as he took in the peacefulness of the moment. That feeling was short lived when a scream filled the air. Both men glanced at each other and ran in the direction of where the scream seemed to come from. They arrived to see a girl backed up against a tree and a dozen ape- men moving in on her. Roxton shot at the ones that were closest to her, making others run away. One ape-man grabbed the girl and tried to make off with her. Malone took aim and brought it down. The girl hit her head on a tree trunk when she landed and was knocked unconscious. Malone and Roxton ran to her, turning the girl on her back.
Malone checked her head, his gaze zeroing in on the large gash on her forehead that was oozing blood. "Who do you think she is?" questioned Malone, "I don't know," answered Roxton, "but we better hurry up and get back to the tree house. More ape-men might come and she needs to be tended to."
Roxton swung his rifle onto his shoulder and picked the girl up in his arms. Malone scanned around for any signs of returning ape-men and saw a pack that must belong to the girl underneath some leaves. He picked up the pack and left as quickly as he could with Roxton back home.
* * *
Roxton placed the girl on Marguerite's bed. He then went to boil water and get some cloths to clean the wound. Malone watched over the girl, taking the time alone to get a closer look at her. Besides the gash and the blood that was still oozing out, the girl was pleasing to the eye. Dark black hair framed her face, he would bet that her eyes would be chocolate brown considering her hair color, and her skin was a light caramel color. Her clothes were rather strange though. A sleeveless black blouse with what looked like schoolboy's shorts but conceivably shorter covered her body. It revealed a large of amount of her skin. She reminded him of Veronica and the type of clothing she liked to wear. Malone shook his head, trying to block out the thought. He didn't want to think about her now. Roxton came in with the bowl of hot water and the strips of cloth and handed them to Malone, giving him something other than Veronica to dwell on. He thanked him and got to work on cleaning the wound and binding it up. Roxton leaned against the wall, thoughtful. He wanted to know who this mysterious girl was. How had she gotten into the predicament they had found her in? Roxton was very curious and was slightly wary. So many strangers had passed through their lives and most of them had tried to kill them or turn them into something unnatural. He didn't know whether or not this girl could be dangerous. He would have to wait until she woke up for him to satisfy his curiosity.
"I've cleaned and bandaged it as good as I can. Hopefully Challenger gets back soon so the girl can be taken care of properly." Malone washed his hands, looking at the girl as he wiped them dry.
Roxton left the room, with Malone right behind. Both men sat at the table waiting for the others to return. Not long after, the creaking sounds of the lift sounded their arrival. Challenger, Marguerite and Veronica entered, all chatting in high-spirited tones. They greeted Roxton and Malone, only Veronica avoiding eye contact with Malone when she sounded the greeting. Marguerite went straight for Roxton.
"So, what did the mighty hunter do today? Shoot everything in sight perhaps?" Marguerite teased, sending a sly smile his way.
"Well actually Miss Krux, I was looking for a beast and instead found a beauty," nodding his head in the direction of her room. Marguerite gave him a puzzled look and walked to her room. She let out a small gasp when she saw a girl lying on her bed and turned back to Roxton.
Challenger had followed Marguerite and was just as surprised. The girl looked very young, almost as young as Veronica and yet she didn't look like she could have survived the wilderness for long. He was curious to know how she had gotten here. Veronica was just as curious.
Malone seemed to have read their thoughts when he said, "we have no idea who she is, how she got here, or why she's here."
Marguerite wasn't satisfied with the answer and voiced her worry. "How do we know she's not some kind of siren, succubus or witch sent here to kill us or seduce you men?"
Roxton gave her a knowing smile. "Oh don't worry my dear, no siren could out sing you. I'm already under your spell."
"Oh do be quiet John Roxton. I'm in no mood for your games." She huffed her frustration and threw herself into the nearest chair away from Roxton.
Challenger grinned at the play between the two then focused on the question at hand: Who was she? Malone asked everyone what he or she thought they should do. Marguerite was still apprehensive but didn't want to just throw out someone that might pose no threat at all, Roxton and Challenger wanted see what the girl was about, and Veronica didn't seem to mind so they left it at that.