Ever wonder what happened between Marguerite finding Roxton half-drowned and the sudden togetherness of the group at the end, throwing the knife into that giant pit of burning lava.. well i did! I found it so wierd that no one was like "Dude, where were you?!" or better yet "Hey, how was the beach?" i mean come on! they're supposed to be a family here.. well anywhoo here's my take on it. oh and in the next chapter i will have more characters than just Marguerite and Roxton.. its not my fault i like them better.. enjoy!

Roxton! Roxton!' Marguerite screamed, her voice becoming harsh and pleading. Her darks locks becoming wild as she ran for the man she loved. Dodging tree limbs and plunging through the icy waters she ran with her eyes darting, hoping for just one glimpse of him. She was nearly tangled in the dark green of the forest when through her desperation she began pleading.

Please, Roxton!? And then from a stroke of luck, she saw his boots peeking out from behind a fallen tree. She stopped for a brief moment if only to make sure he was real. She darted from her place, losing her hat along the way and quickly held him above water. She plastered his face on hers, and began to breathe into him.

"Don't you dare leave me." She scolded him, and continued her attempt at reviving him.

When he began to cough, she realised she had been holding her breathe and the two took heavy breaths together. Her face was hovering at his temple, the sudden need to reassure herself that he was alive.

"We've got to stop meeting like this" A simple phrase meant to reassure her of his wellbeing. They would go on, resuming their casual banter that they both enjoyed immeasurably.

'I'm so sorry John; you were right about that horrible man. "The hunter's face plunged into a battered smile as he watched the Marguerite Krux of the past die. Never would that heiress apologise, but his Marguerite would.

"I'll remind you of that the next time you doubt my judgement" His breathing improved somewhat but the words were uttered in between strained gulps for air. The couple shared a hearty laugh as smiles erupted on both faces.

"I never will, I promise." Marguerite uttered as she stared into his eyes. She looked up into the sky and quickly noted that they had a few hours of daylight left. She slowly got into a more comfortable position as Roxton's weight threatened to overcome her. She looked at him once more, and to her surprise he was snuggled into her and smiling broadly. "Comfortable?"

"Just about" She had sat down crossed-legged; the water level had risen slightly and was covering just below the top of her skirt. His chest was at her midriff, his head at her chest. She tucked his arms in and around himself, making sure he was sufficiently out of the water. Although he itched to regain movement once again, this closeness he wanted forever.

They sat in silence, waiting for the affects to cease, yet never wanted it to end. Periodically Marguerite peaked down, and revealed in the sight she found there. Her ruthless hunter, rugged protector, her companion, was blissfully leaning against her, his eyes were closed and she was sure he was napping. She smiled, knowing the terrible night he must have had, never daring to sleep fully knowing he might not wake. Her pistol was reloaded and secured at her hip, although the angle was changed due her human cargo.

After an hour or so, the daylight began to drift and the hunter stiffened at his awake. If she noticed she didn't let on. He flinched very slowly in his legs first. When Marguerite glanced his way, his feet were crossed and his smile bright.

"Try bending your knees, you aren't light you know."

The only response was a muffled 'hmmm" as the hunter assessed his own abilities. He uncrossed his legs and slowly bent one knee and then the other. His feet were now the only parts of him submerged.

'Try sitting up?' Marguerite lightly coerced him to her off her. She had been soaking for hours, her skirt sodden and murky, her hands shrivelled like prunes. She was so cold her hands begun to shake, not that she'd let him see. The only sign was a subtle blue tint to her lips, and a rather ghostly affect on her skin. Both she could blame on stress, or his substantial weight, if need be.

He mumbled something incoherently and manoeuvred himself off her. He used his arms to grab his feet and haul him to an upright position. Once there he strained to remain independent, when he faltered slightly he felt her move against him, and once again he rested on her. His pack was lost somewhere amidst the waterlogged surroundings, and its counterpart remained on Marguerite's back. Their sleeping blankets were long forgotten, merely because they'd be so wet and rendered useless.

Marguerite?

Mmm..?

Where's my hat?

She chuckled aloud, enjoying the breezy moments as he regained his strength and unknowingly continued to zap hers. She snuggled closer, and rested her head atop his. They murmured together, enjoying the heat and tenderness that came with such closeness. Her eyes closed for a second, and then felt him tense up. She opened her eyes and gave him a look of questioning, when her gaze followed his high into the sky. He had spotted a gaggle of pterodactyls. He struggled to raise his arm and shifted slightly as to cover her body. She snorted an indignant huff at his protective nature. The tide had ceased rising and had begun its retreat. This left the two explorers in a would-be mud pit. He lifted himself slightly as she silently retrieved her pistol and readied for the upcoming hours.

To be continued. and this time i mean it. what did you think? Even tho i should be working on my other fic.. i couldnt get this story out of my head.. so here it is.