A/N2 (May27, 2012): Hey. If you're reading this, I decided to give this fic a spruce, starting with the first chapter. Storyline will stay the same but it will be a new and improved fic. I hope you'll still enjoy, and I hope you'll still let me know what you think. Thanks!
A/N: Hi. Here's my new fic. It has a couple of new characters in it that I've created myself, I hope you like them because they'll be a major part of the story. Also this takes place after the episode Heart of the Storm. Anyway's please R&R! Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Lost World.
Chapter1:
July 2003- New York City
"Trevor," she said sorrowfully. "This isn't working, is it?"
Twenty-two year old Kyra Green looked at her boyfriend and best friend. The look in his blue eyes matched exactly how she felt. Defeated, tired, done.
They were both hurting at the moment. Nothing either of them ever did these days could satisfy the other. And it wasn't for lack of trying. And it was hard to admit that maybe it was time to end things.
Tears welled up in Kyra's eyes as she thought about a time without Trevor. It was hard. They had been at each other's side for awhile now. The memory of the first time they met flashed in her mind. She was young, only eighteen. Trevor had been older but not by much. The twenty year old had been living it up, the baby-face of a new boy band called Salvation.
They met by chance one night, when Kyra's friends had dragged her to a club downtown. She couldn't recall the name of the club, but she remembered the night's events vividly. Trevor had asked her to dance. And that had been the start of their whirlwind relationship. Though, they hadn't started dating right away, they'd eventually gotten to that point where love was admitted.
Now four years later, Kyra guessed that all storms had to calm eventually. Being with Trevor and around the management of Salvation, she herself had eventually been discovered. Kyra was constantly on tour around the world and her career as well as his was taking a toll on their relationship. They hardly ever saw each other and this was wreaking some havoc.
Trevor shook his head, his blonde floppy hair swinging with the movement. It was hair that she used to love running her fingers through. Now, she didn't know how she felt anymore.
"I still love you, Kyra," he began, his words gentle. "But, I don't know… how can we go on like this. We don't see each other anymore and when we do we fight. I'm tired."
Kyra started at him intently, taking in the creases around his eyes. They shouldn't have been there. He was only twenty-four. She was tired too. Exhausted, mentally, trying to keep their relationship going while trying to concentrate on work. It shouldn't be this hard… she thought wearily.
"Maybe…" she began, not really believing she was about to say the words she was going to say.
When they'd first met she'd been ecstatic to have his attention. When their relationship blossomed beyond just friendship she'd been on cloud nine. And now… she wanted it to be done?
"…we should take a break from us. We can still be friends and see how that goes…"
Trevor eyed her shrewdly. She could tell he was surprised by her suggestion. But what more could they do. At the rate they were going they'd have broken up and have ruined their friendship. And his friendship was what she valued most. Because of meeting him so many doors had been opened in her life. Ones that would have been near impossible to get through on her own.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Trevor asked slowly.
"No," she answered quickly, shaking her head. "But, I'm sure I don't want to lose you. And I'm afraid that's what's going to happen if we stay together…" She laughed a mirthless laugh. "God, how does that even make sense?"
"I understand," he assured her. And looking at his sad face she knew he did. Somehow, even through all the frustration they'd been experiencing together he still knew her. He would always know her best.
She let out a sad sigh. "I'm leaving for Brazil tomorrow. I've got a concert to do in Rio De Janeiro. I'm planning a little retreat, too. Maybe… after I get back… we can talk and see where we are…" She was so unsure. Would he even want to talk after the break?
Before allowing him to answer, she stood up abruptly; leaning down, she placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
"So, I'll see you in about a month?" Kyra said quickly, a small, sad smile on her face.
She turned towards the door, ready to leave his apartment. Before she could grab hold of the front door's door knob, he grabbed her arm gently and whirled her around to face him. He looked at her intensely. His eyes travelling over her long, wavy brown hair, across the tanned skin of her face to land on her chocolate brown eyes, as if he were memorizing her face just in case he'd never see her again.
"I will miss you," he stated solemnly.
"I'll miss you too," she whispered, as she tried to swallow the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. "Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it."
He nodded his head, and then shook it as if he were in a daze. He gave her a small smile. "Take care, Kyra."
July 1923 The Plateau
It had been 3 months since the plateau had been saved.
On that fateful day when the plateau had seemed to have collapsed in on itself, and all seemed to be lost, two people arose from the darkness and struggled to put things back to the way they were supposed to be.
Veronica and Abigail Layton had been the ones to step out of the obscurity only to be surrounded by a bright, yellow light. Together, they held onto the pendent, fingers overlapping. They raised it far above their heads and the light had begun to grow brighter. It intensified and seemed to be coming from the pendant itself.
All of the sudden, a blinding white light flashed and for just a moment everything was consumed by the light, even Veronica and her mother.
When the light finally dimmed, Abigail and Veronica were standing as they were before.
Veronica had slowly opened her eyes and found that she was standing back in the tree house. At its center. She looked around swiftly and spotted Finn lying down on the floor nearby. Veronica had quickly run to her side, checking for a pulse. And she was relieved to find it strong at the younger woman's neck.
"Thank God," Veronica said, aloud, exhaling a breath she'd been holding for what felt like hours.
"Veronica," her mother's voice came from behind.
Veronica stood up and turned to face her long, lost mother.
"Mother, after all these years..." she trailed off, voice consumed with emotion. Here was the woman she'd thought had been lost to her forever. "I've been waiting so long for this..."
She couldn't get out much more because the tears were quick to overwhelm her. Her mother stood there before her a look of anguish, longing, and liberation on her face. She held out her arms to Veronica and her daughter was quick to run into them.
They stood like that for a couple of minutes, Veronica taking in every aspect of her mother. Comparing every detail of her to her memories from when she was a child but also committing them to new memories.
And then Abigail spoke up, "All is well now, child. Your friends are all safe and are back in this reality. They will be here shortly."
"Then you can meet them," Veronica said, excitedly. "I've told them so much about you."
"I can't stay, Veronica," Abigail said mournfully.
"What do you mean you can't stay?" Veronica asked, disbelievingly.
"I must return to Avalon," her mother answered.
"Then take me with you," Veronica cried. She couldn't bear to have her mother be taken away from her again.
"Child, it is not time, yet," Abigail replied vaguely.
"Then when," Veronica cried out, thoroughly frustrated.
"Soon, I will be back soon, for you and your friend," Abigail stated, gesturing at Finn.
Veronica turned to look at Finn, a confused look on her face. "Finn, why Finn?"
"You'll know in time. Everything will reveal itself shortly. It's just not time yet," Abigail answered.
"Now I must go. I will miss you so, my child. Don't ever doubt that I love you."
"Wait! I need answers. Why did this happen?" Veronica questioned, gesturing to the area around her.
"Soon, answers will come soon. Just know that I love you and I will be back," Abigail said cryptically.
She gave Veronica a kiss on the forehead and then disappeared into thin air.
"Mother," Veronica cried out in anguish.
Falling to her knees, exhausted, she sat there for several minutes crying over her loss.
"Veronica," someone whispered nearby.
She turned to see that Finn had awakened and was calling to her. The young girl from the future was attempting to get up off the floor. Veronica hastily ran to her side and assisted her.
"Finn, are you all right?" she asked concernedly as she wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Yeah, I'm ok. I just have a headache the size of this tree house. What exactly happened?"
"I have no idea," Veronica replied. "Come on, lets go try to find the others."
They left the tree house and had soon found Challenger very close by, unconscious, on the ground. When he came to, he had a headache equal in size to Finn's. They then continued their search for the others. Roxton soon stumbled upon them. Marguerite was found thereafter near the entrance to the cave where they'd confessed their feelings. It was a happy reunion between the two. Roxton ran towards her and Marguerite eagerly fell into his arms in a fit of tears but she still managed to return his loving kiss.
A week after the disaster-that-could-have-been—what they were now calling the incident—Malone had made his way back to them. He told them that he had been on his way back to them when he saw the air around him begin to shimmer. He couldn't move anywhere without stepping into one. Soon they had engulfed him and he found himself being chased by the witches they had met earlier that year.
Now, three months later, the explorers were all reunited again. Everyone had tried their hardest to forget the disaster-that-could-have-been. They tried to carry on as normal, or as normal as it could get on the plateau.
Malone, Veronica and Finn were out taking their turn hunting. The friendship between Malone and Finn had developed rather quickly and had taken the shape of big-brother, younger-sister form. The three of them were together constantly.
At that precise moment, they were stalking a wild pig, hoping for a festive dinner later that night. Malone, Veronica and Finn had it surrounded. The pig was grazing on the grass around them. Veronica gave Malone the signal to shoot. So he lifted his gun and took aim. Unfortunately, the pig moved quickly out of the way, stopping at another patch of grass close by, munching away as if nothing had happened.
Veronica then turned to Finn, giving her the signal to shoot this time. Finn did as Malone and shot her crossbow at it, but, again, the pig got away.
Veronica was fed up with the pig; so, she took her knife and threw it at the pig. The pig, not surprisingly, got away and this time it ran away as fast as it could and out of sight.
Veronica, Malone and Finn came out of their hiding places and stood in the middle of the clearing staring at each in bewilderment.
A second later, they burst out laughing.
"How could a stupid little pig get the best of us?" Finn asked between laughs.
"It must have been a very smart pig," Malone said.
"Smarter than us? I'm insulted," Veronica added, between giggles.
They were all standing there, still laughing, when Finn saw something from the corner of her eye. She stopped laughing abruptly and turned to see what it was.
Her gasp cut the other two off. And each started at her intently, wondering what was wrong with Finn.
"Umm...guys..." Finn started warily.
"What is it, Finn?" Malone asked her concernedly.
She pointed to a spot behind him. Both Veronica and Malone turned around to see what had caused the young woman to go so pale.
"Oh my God," Veronica blurted out.
"Not again," Malone groaned out.
Back at the tree house ~ ~
"And you're sure that it was identical to the ones we encountered before?" Challenger asked, while moving about his lab.
"Yes, it was the exact same," Veronica replied, frustrated.
Malone, Finn, and Veronica had run all the way back to the tree house as soon as they saw the same type of shifting plane of reality that they had seen three months back.
"Astounding," Challenger murmured while looking through one of his journals.
"What do you think this means, George?" Marguerite demanded, trying to hide the worry in her voice with impatience.
"That's what I'd like to know. Does this mean we're going to start going through the bloody things and start being chased by our ancestor's enemies?" Roxton put in.
"Or ancient druids who think you're a priestess who wants to destroy the world," Marguerite added.
"Don't forget slave catchers. I got chased by slave catchers remember," Finn stated helpfully.
"Not to mention men-crazy witches. Can you imagine what could happen to us this time?" Malone pondered.
"I don't even want to think about," Veronica answered, shuddering visibly.
"Now listen, all of you," Challenger practically yelled. "This might not be anything. It could be a residual portal or just a figment of your imagination."
"Of all three of our imaginations?" Malone questioned incredulously.
"Perhaps not," Challenger corrected himself. "But, whatever it is, it will need further looking into. I suggest we all go out tomorrow and see if we encounter anymore of these things. Agreed?"
"Agreed," they called out in unison.
"Now," Roxton filled in the solemn silence. "How about we get started on dinner?"
Well that's it for the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed. And I hope you'll let me know what you thought with a review. Thanks!
