Title: Revelations

By Taya7

Disclaimer: You know the story... I don't own anything, not even a blade of grass as long as it grows on the Plateau (well, Alasdair and David are mine, somehow). And if it doesn't belong to me it must belong to somebody else. And that's how it is. So unfair...

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Chapter 1: The Storm

Dark clouds were building up and the sun disappeared behind them. The temperature fell almost immediately and a cool wind began to blow.

Lord John Roxton looked at the sky with concern.

"That's not good." He muttered to himself.

He turned to look at his companion. She sat on a treetrunk and was breathing heavily. He couldn't blame her for that. They had been walking through the jungle collecting different plants for nearly three days now. And without Challenger it was a very arduous task.

"Marguerite," he went to her, "I think we should take shelter. This storm is not going to show consideration for us."

She nodded and stood up with a groan.

"You're right. We should head back for the treehouse."

She turned and wanted to go into the direction where the treehouse was, when John grasped her shoulder and turned her to face him.

"The storm is fast approaching. I don't think that we'd make it back to the treehouse in time." She lowered her gaze in resignation.

"That means another night outside." He touched her chin gently.

"Look at the bright side: That means another night with me." She smiled.

"If you look at it that way..."

She leaned over to kiss him when rain began dripping from the black clouds. Within few seconds the number of drops increased and both of them were wet before they noticed what was going on. Marguerite pushed him away from her.

"We should postpone the romantic things until we reach a place where it is dry. I have no intention of getting soaking wet. There must be a cave around here. There are always caves when we need them." With that she ran away. John followed her.

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When they finally reached a cave both of them were soaking wet.

"Brilliant. That was all I needed right now." Marguerite shouted.

John couldn't help smiling. He scarcely could when she got irritated. And the appearance of her wet figure just made him laugh though she still looked beautiful. She looked at him with annoyance in her eyes.

"What is it?" she snapped.

"Nothing," he said, "it's just you look really..." He couldn't finish the sentence, because she started laughing.

"Oh and you think you look better." she said while she stopped for breath.

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The hours passed by and it started to get dark outside. John had lighted a fire, which was very difficult at first, because the whole jungle was wet and so was the wood. Marguerite was sitting in the entrance of the cave watching what was going on outside. It was still raining and there was no one to spot. Not even a raptor roaming the jungle. That was the only thing that was good about all this.

Roxton sat down next to her. His clothes and his hair were still wet.

"You should take off your clothes." he said.

She looked at him in surprise.

"What?"

He shrugged.

"You are shivering and I don't want you to catch a cold." he couldn't help a boyish grin.

"And you assume if I run around in this cave naked, I won't catch a cold?"

He went to his backpack and got out a blanket.

"I really like the part about you running around here naked, but why not wrapping you in one of these instead until our clothes are dry." She smiled at him and stood up.

"Alright. But you have to turn and don't look."

He had trouble hiding a smile while saying: "As you wish, my love."

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They were sitting next to each other at the fire. Both wrapped in their blankets.

"This was a good idea." Marguerite said.

Roxton looked at her obviously confused.

"What?"

"Taking the clothes off. It's much warmer now."

He threw a sceptical glance at her.

"But you're still shivering."

She shrugged.

"It's bearable."

He moved closer to her and took her in his arms. The upper part of his body was naked now. She leaned against it and enjoyed the warmth that it was giving off.

"Aren't you going to get cold?" she asked after a while but her voice was merely a whisper.

"Don't worry about me. I've lived through worse."

But she didn't hear him anymore. She was already fast asleep.

He sighed and leaned back carefully trying not to wake her. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to fall asleep next to this beautiful, intelligent and desirable woman. The love of his life.

He watched her for a while and then fell asleep, too.

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When Marguerite awoke the next morning her back was sore. She sat up and touched it carefully.

"Dammit." she hissed.

"What is it?" Roxton asked as he entered the cave.

Marguerite looked at him in surprise.

"It's just my back. Where have you been?"

"Outside."

She waited for him to continue but when he didn't she sighed.

"Yes, I can see that, but what have you done outside?"

He held up some fruits.

"Collecting us breakfast."

He pointed at the fireplace.

"I've already got your coffee ready. Would you like some?"

She smiled at him dearly.

"How very considerate of you. Yes, I'd like some coffee. How could I turn it down now that I know you did it especially for me?"

He went over to the fireplace to pour her some coffee, when he noticed that Marguerite had stood up. He threw a glance at her. She pressed her right hand on her stomach and tried to breath steady.

"Are you okay?" he asked carefully.

She jumped when he spoke to her, because she didn't notice that he had been watching her.

"Yes, I just feel a little sick."

The cheerful expression on his face faded and was instantly replaced by worry.

"You felt sick yesterday morning too, didn't you?"

She tried to avoid making eyecontact with him.

"It's nothing, really. Let's just get back to the treehouse. I can't wait to get home. Alasdair must be missing us, too. We can't ask of Veronica and Malone to take care for two children for such a long time. Finn didn't have the patience to look after Alasdair. And George, well you know him."

Roxton had to smile as he imagined Challenger explaining his scientific experiments to a barely one and a half year old boy. Of course Alasdair wasn't interested in science, at least not yet. The only thing that kept him in Challenger's laboratory were the mice and the insects. His son seemed to find them quite fascinating.

Marguerite looked at him for a moment. He was completely lost in thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

"Just about Alasdair."

Marguerite smiled and began to pack up her things.

Their boy really made him happy. When Alasdair William Roxton was born as a result of them being trapped in the cave over two years ago, everyone in the treehouse was happy of course. Even Marguerite who never really wanted to have children and referred to them as monsters was infected by the happiness of the situation. When she held Alasdair in her arms for the first time she just knew it was right. It was a good feeling and for the first time in her life she could really enjoy it. Everyone she loved was with her. Even Malone had returned two weeks before she gave birth. He was stunned when he saw that Marguerite was very pregnant. The first thing he said was: "Did I miss that much?" No "hello" or "hi". The fact that Roxton was the father didn't really surprise him. As time passed by Marguerite and Roxton got used to being parents. The fact that they had to be much more careful, because every decision could have an impact on their son's live, was strange at first. Especially for Roxton, because he couldn't gamble with his life any longer.

But Marguerite would sleep much better, if they'd make it home this time. If everything went according to the plan they would be home in two month or less.

End Chapter One...

I hope my English is okay. I'm from Germany so it isn't always easy. But I'm doing my best.

And yes it is going to be more interesting. Only if you want me to continue of course.

This is my first TLW Fanfic so please be kind. R&R...