Her World
CHAPTER 1 Will she, won't she?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not happen to own any of these lovely character's..
Big thank-you to Velma-Kelly-Online for reading this chapter thru for me! So here goes.. Enjoy!!
Roxton and Malone leant up against a tree. The morning's hunt had been enough to drain anyone's energy, including the raptors. All in all, they had met seven raptors already.
"What is this, breeding season?" enquired Malone
"Ask Challenger, he's sure to know," answered Roxton with a grin. The two slumped down onto the dampened ground, their backs against a tree. It wasn't often they got to spend quality time together like this. Malone enjoyed a good hunt with Roxton. He didn't so much see him as a brother, but as a hero. He wanted to live up to his standards in hunting as well as his way with Marguerite. His feelings for Veronica were strong but she had not yet accepted him. He had seen this with Roxton and Marguerite but somehow Roxton had managed to break her icy shell. He was not suggesting that Veronica was at all like Marguerite had been, but still, to have a way with the ladies would be good.
"So, you and Marguerite at last," commented Malone somewhat out of the blue.
"I guess so," replied Roxton, proud of his 'achievement'. He was glad he hadn't given up on her. He loved her so much; he couldn't imagine life without her.
There was silence for a while. Roxton felt an urge to ask Malone something he had been pondering over for a few weeks now.
"Malone?" he raised, "What do you think of me, you know, proposing to Marguerite?" he asked, slightly embarrassed that he needed this help from the man he saw as his little brother, sent to look out for him, he guessed, by his real brother.
"This doesn't mean we're going to have little Marguerite's running around does it?" he joked. Roxton smiled, but Malone could tell from his face that he needed a serious answer. "Sorry, that wasn't very helpful was it? Well, I say go for it."
"Really?" replied Roxton. He hadn't expected this kind of response.
"Sure. What have you got to lose?" Malone reassured.
"Well Marguerite for a start," commented Roxton.
Malone hadn't thought about this one. "Well, look, I guess if it feels right, do it, that's all I have to say. Why wouldn't she say yes? She loves you. Surely you know that. Even I've heard her say that!"
"I guess you're right," replied Roxton cheerily.
"Well we'd better be getting back then, wouldn't want to keep Marguerite waiting now would we?"
As they arrived back at the Treehouse, Roxton could only think of Marguerite and how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life by her side. He definitely wanted to go through with this. His thoughts were boosted when he walked in from the elevator. Marguerite, trying to be subtle about her feelings for him, walked up and placed her arms around his waist. Before he knew it, he was kissing her soft lips. It wasn't unusual to see Marguerite expressing her emotions these days.
"And what have I done to deserve this welcome, my dear?" he asked Marguerite as he responded to her invite.
"Oh, nothing," she replied. She made her way back to the table to help Veronica, smiling as she went. She needed Roxton with her; she could sense that security he gave her. She wanted to be with him forever, every day, but especially today.
"Veronica." Roxton made a quiet attempt to summon her over. She turned to him and walked over.
"What?" she responded.
"Shhh," he pleaded, "I need your help." He paused. "I'm going to propose to Marguerite," he announced.
A wide smile spread across Veronica's face. "When?"
"Well I'm hoping tonight, but I need to ask a favour."
"Lemme guess, you need a ring right?"
"Right." He paused. "How did you know that?"
Without warning, Finn suddenly jumped out from behind a shelf. "They didn't give her super powers for nothin' Roxton," she answered.
"Finn!" cried Veronica, grabbing her by the shoulders in an attempt to push her along. "Why don't you go pick on someone your own size?"
"But I am your size," replied Finn, a little confused. "Besides I know everything now," she said with a grin.
Veronica and Roxton smiled at each other. "Ok but you can't tell anyone else," begged Roxton.
"Tell anyone else what?" asked Challenger as he came down the wooden steps to his lab, followed by a rather bored looking Malone.
"Roxton's going to propose to Marguerite tonight," Malone quickly informed him.
"Malone!" Roxton cried fondly. The others took delight in this situation, bursting into laughter.
"You know, Marguerite may be getting a little suspicious soon, you know, with the fact we're all down in Challenger's lab here," Finn reasoned.
Veronica calmed herself. "Ok Roxton, come with me, I think my mother had a lovely ring that would suit Marguerite perfectly."
After dinner, the group were decidedly ready for an early night. That was before they remembered Roxton's plans. One by one, they took a place on the chairs in the middle of the room. Marguerite spent a while in the kitchen doing this and that until the group thought her dithering would never end. After a while, Roxton found his nerves getting the better of him. He knew that it would have to be now or never.
"Malone, would you mind going to relieve Marguerite of her chores," asked Roxton politely.
Malone jumped up, ready to go but Veronica couldn't resist the temptation to tease her friend. "And why can't you relieve her yourself?" she asked innocently.
Roxton stared at her, as if he were about to shoot a T-rex. Veronica couldn't help but let out a giggle. Of course, this set Finn off, who found the whole situation hilarious.
"Yes Roxton, why can't you 'relieve' me yourself?" she teased, coming over at last, much to Roxton's 'relief'.
"I just thought our little Malone could learn a thing or two about housework, that's all," he recovered, as he sat down.
"And you know all about that kind of thing?" asked Marguerite, impressed. She took him in her arms again as she sat down on his lap.
'How's he gonna get out of this one' thought Veronica. 'The situations he gets himself into!'
The group were quiet, watching the two lovebirds together.
Slowly, Marguerite became aware of their pondering eyes. "What's wrong with everyone tonight?" she asked suspiciously.
Roxton coughed subtly, well at least he thought so anyway. The others suddenly clicked that their presence wasn't welcome.
"Well, erm, I'm going to do some washing then," said Veronica, getting up and walking to the other side of the room.
"I'll go and, er, check that gun we used earlier with that, um, raptor," faltered Malone, kicking himself at the sound of his feeble excuse.
"Come to think of it, I have some experiments I need to be working on," announced Challenger. "Care to join me, Finn?"
"Oh no, I'm fine right here," answered Finn. Judging by the look on Challenger's face, that was clearly not the right answer. She looked at Roxton who had the same look, and then back to Challenger. "Ok?" Challenger and Finn made their way toward the lab.
Once they were reasonably alone, Roxton moved away from Marguerite and stood up. Marguerite, sensing that something was definitely up, shifted edgily. "Now where are YOU going?" she asked, hurt at the fact everyone was leaving her. His response was more than she could have possibly imagined. "Come with me." He pulled her up and walked her down toward the elevator. As they reached the floor, scents filled the air around them. Candles burnt bright on logs in the midst of the trees. Marguerite's eyes glinted with passion.
The others gathered around the balcony and held their breath. They had been waiting for this moment for such a long time; umpiring the couple's love fights, watching their passionate dreams grow into days and weeks away, and now, finally, the time had come for them to openly admit their love for one another. The past three years had all been leading up to this moment.
Roxton held Marguerite tight. "I love you," he started. "I've loved you from the day I met you. You're amazing Marguerite. You make my heart compete, you're my life. I can't live without you, and, I want to make you happy for the rest of our lives." He knelt down on one knee. "Marguerite."
Marguerite backed up, her eyes looking down at him. They seemed upset and somehow her cheeks had faded to a pale white. "Please don't John, don't do it, please."
Marguerite didn't run but knelt down to Roxton. She could tell that he was hurt and his eyes were glazed. "I love you," she whispered. She placed her arms around his neck and kissed his soft lips longingly. After a while, both of them collapsed to the floor, Roxton being very confused. She stared deep into his eyes; she saw faith and a world of truth. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. Roxton embraced her again, kissing her gently as he wiped away her tears.
"I, I need to tell you." Her words trailed off, succumbing to her grief.
Roxton became even more confused. 'Surely she can't have another secret.' He looked at her face lovingly. "It's ok, you can tell me, whatever it is, you can trust me," he whispered, calming her.
"Don't leave me John, please don't leave me," she breathed, pulling him closer. "I need you, I.."
"I'm not going anywhere Marguerite, I never will," he reassured her.
Now Roxton was worried. His mind wondered, desperately trying to think what this could all be about. 'If she doesn't have another secret, then why is she so upset? What could she possibly have to tell me that would stop her from marrying?'
Then it hit him.
Marguerite's past was a maze of events, each entwining each other, but this memory was different. Her emotions were chasing her. This was something she had kept to herself, something that affected her and only her, until now.
For him, being married would be an entirely new chapter in his life, but for Marguerite this would be nothing new at all. The more he thought about it, the more he realised how little he knew about this, and the more likely it seemed. Of course, he knew that she was widowed, but she had never really talked about it. Her life was a mystery but he would solve it one day. He asked her quietly. "Past marriage?"
She nodded despondently, not daring to look up at him.
Inside, Roxton was kicking himself for his negligence. "Marguerite, I'm sorry, I didn't think."
She looked up at him and saw the warmth in his face. "It's not you Roxton, it's just.. today." She sat, leaning into his arms. Slowly she relaxed to him, regaining her form. She looked at the ground beneath her, her eyes focusing. "You need to know."
Thank-you for reading! Next chapter very soon!! So what did you think? Should I continue? xx
CHAPTER 1 Will she, won't she?
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not happen to own any of these lovely character's..
Big thank-you to Velma-Kelly-Online for reading this chapter thru for me! So here goes.. Enjoy!!
Roxton and Malone leant up against a tree. The morning's hunt had been enough to drain anyone's energy, including the raptors. All in all, they had met seven raptors already.
"What is this, breeding season?" enquired Malone
"Ask Challenger, he's sure to know," answered Roxton with a grin. The two slumped down onto the dampened ground, their backs against a tree. It wasn't often they got to spend quality time together like this. Malone enjoyed a good hunt with Roxton. He didn't so much see him as a brother, but as a hero. He wanted to live up to his standards in hunting as well as his way with Marguerite. His feelings for Veronica were strong but she had not yet accepted him. He had seen this with Roxton and Marguerite but somehow Roxton had managed to break her icy shell. He was not suggesting that Veronica was at all like Marguerite had been, but still, to have a way with the ladies would be good.
"So, you and Marguerite at last," commented Malone somewhat out of the blue.
"I guess so," replied Roxton, proud of his 'achievement'. He was glad he hadn't given up on her. He loved her so much; he couldn't imagine life without her.
There was silence for a while. Roxton felt an urge to ask Malone something he had been pondering over for a few weeks now.
"Malone?" he raised, "What do you think of me, you know, proposing to Marguerite?" he asked, slightly embarrassed that he needed this help from the man he saw as his little brother, sent to look out for him, he guessed, by his real brother.
"This doesn't mean we're going to have little Marguerite's running around does it?" he joked. Roxton smiled, but Malone could tell from his face that he needed a serious answer. "Sorry, that wasn't very helpful was it? Well, I say go for it."
"Really?" replied Roxton. He hadn't expected this kind of response.
"Sure. What have you got to lose?" Malone reassured.
"Well Marguerite for a start," commented Roxton.
Malone hadn't thought about this one. "Well, look, I guess if it feels right, do it, that's all I have to say. Why wouldn't she say yes? She loves you. Surely you know that. Even I've heard her say that!"
"I guess you're right," replied Roxton cheerily.
"Well we'd better be getting back then, wouldn't want to keep Marguerite waiting now would we?"
As they arrived back at the Treehouse, Roxton could only think of Marguerite and how much he wanted to spend the rest of his life by her side. He definitely wanted to go through with this. His thoughts were boosted when he walked in from the elevator. Marguerite, trying to be subtle about her feelings for him, walked up and placed her arms around his waist. Before he knew it, he was kissing her soft lips. It wasn't unusual to see Marguerite expressing her emotions these days.
"And what have I done to deserve this welcome, my dear?" he asked Marguerite as he responded to her invite.
"Oh, nothing," she replied. She made her way back to the table to help Veronica, smiling as she went. She needed Roxton with her; she could sense that security he gave her. She wanted to be with him forever, every day, but especially today.
"Veronica." Roxton made a quiet attempt to summon her over. She turned to him and walked over.
"What?" she responded.
"Shhh," he pleaded, "I need your help." He paused. "I'm going to propose to Marguerite," he announced.
A wide smile spread across Veronica's face. "When?"
"Well I'm hoping tonight, but I need to ask a favour."
"Lemme guess, you need a ring right?"
"Right." He paused. "How did you know that?"
Without warning, Finn suddenly jumped out from behind a shelf. "They didn't give her super powers for nothin' Roxton," she answered.
"Finn!" cried Veronica, grabbing her by the shoulders in an attempt to push her along. "Why don't you go pick on someone your own size?"
"But I am your size," replied Finn, a little confused. "Besides I know everything now," she said with a grin.
Veronica and Roxton smiled at each other. "Ok but you can't tell anyone else," begged Roxton.
"Tell anyone else what?" asked Challenger as he came down the wooden steps to his lab, followed by a rather bored looking Malone.
"Roxton's going to propose to Marguerite tonight," Malone quickly informed him.
"Malone!" Roxton cried fondly. The others took delight in this situation, bursting into laughter.
"You know, Marguerite may be getting a little suspicious soon, you know, with the fact we're all down in Challenger's lab here," Finn reasoned.
Veronica calmed herself. "Ok Roxton, come with me, I think my mother had a lovely ring that would suit Marguerite perfectly."
After dinner, the group were decidedly ready for an early night. That was before they remembered Roxton's plans. One by one, they took a place on the chairs in the middle of the room. Marguerite spent a while in the kitchen doing this and that until the group thought her dithering would never end. After a while, Roxton found his nerves getting the better of him. He knew that it would have to be now or never.
"Malone, would you mind going to relieve Marguerite of her chores," asked Roxton politely.
Malone jumped up, ready to go but Veronica couldn't resist the temptation to tease her friend. "And why can't you relieve her yourself?" she asked innocently.
Roxton stared at her, as if he were about to shoot a T-rex. Veronica couldn't help but let out a giggle. Of course, this set Finn off, who found the whole situation hilarious.
"Yes Roxton, why can't you 'relieve' me yourself?" she teased, coming over at last, much to Roxton's 'relief'.
"I just thought our little Malone could learn a thing or two about housework, that's all," he recovered, as he sat down.
"And you know all about that kind of thing?" asked Marguerite, impressed. She took him in her arms again as she sat down on his lap.
'How's he gonna get out of this one' thought Veronica. 'The situations he gets himself into!'
The group were quiet, watching the two lovebirds together.
Slowly, Marguerite became aware of their pondering eyes. "What's wrong with everyone tonight?" she asked suspiciously.
Roxton coughed subtly, well at least he thought so anyway. The others suddenly clicked that their presence wasn't welcome.
"Well, erm, I'm going to do some washing then," said Veronica, getting up and walking to the other side of the room.
"I'll go and, er, check that gun we used earlier with that, um, raptor," faltered Malone, kicking himself at the sound of his feeble excuse.
"Come to think of it, I have some experiments I need to be working on," announced Challenger. "Care to join me, Finn?"
"Oh no, I'm fine right here," answered Finn. Judging by the look on Challenger's face, that was clearly not the right answer. She looked at Roxton who had the same look, and then back to Challenger. "Ok?" Challenger and Finn made their way toward the lab.
Once they were reasonably alone, Roxton moved away from Marguerite and stood up. Marguerite, sensing that something was definitely up, shifted edgily. "Now where are YOU going?" she asked, hurt at the fact everyone was leaving her. His response was more than she could have possibly imagined. "Come with me." He pulled her up and walked her down toward the elevator. As they reached the floor, scents filled the air around them. Candles burnt bright on logs in the midst of the trees. Marguerite's eyes glinted with passion.
The others gathered around the balcony and held their breath. They had been waiting for this moment for such a long time; umpiring the couple's love fights, watching their passionate dreams grow into days and weeks away, and now, finally, the time had come for them to openly admit their love for one another. The past three years had all been leading up to this moment.
Roxton held Marguerite tight. "I love you," he started. "I've loved you from the day I met you. You're amazing Marguerite. You make my heart compete, you're my life. I can't live without you, and, I want to make you happy for the rest of our lives." He knelt down on one knee. "Marguerite."
Marguerite backed up, her eyes looking down at him. They seemed upset and somehow her cheeks had faded to a pale white. "Please don't John, don't do it, please."
Marguerite didn't run but knelt down to Roxton. She could tell that he was hurt and his eyes were glazed. "I love you," she whispered. She placed her arms around his neck and kissed his soft lips longingly. After a while, both of them collapsed to the floor, Roxton being very confused. She stared deep into his eyes; she saw faith and a world of truth. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. Roxton embraced her again, kissing her gently as he wiped away her tears.
"I, I need to tell you." Her words trailed off, succumbing to her grief.
Roxton became even more confused. 'Surely she can't have another secret.' He looked at her face lovingly. "It's ok, you can tell me, whatever it is, you can trust me," he whispered, calming her.
"Don't leave me John, please don't leave me," she breathed, pulling him closer. "I need you, I.."
"I'm not going anywhere Marguerite, I never will," he reassured her.
Now Roxton was worried. His mind wondered, desperately trying to think what this could all be about. 'If she doesn't have another secret, then why is she so upset? What could she possibly have to tell me that would stop her from marrying?'
Then it hit him.
Marguerite's past was a maze of events, each entwining each other, but this memory was different. Her emotions were chasing her. This was something she had kept to herself, something that affected her and only her, until now.
For him, being married would be an entirely new chapter in his life, but for Marguerite this would be nothing new at all. The more he thought about it, the more he realised how little he knew about this, and the more likely it seemed. Of course, he knew that she was widowed, but she had never really talked about it. Her life was a mystery but he would solve it one day. He asked her quietly. "Past marriage?"
She nodded despondently, not daring to look up at him.
Inside, Roxton was kicking himself for his negligence. "Marguerite, I'm sorry, I didn't think."
She looked up at him and saw the warmth in his face. "It's not you Roxton, it's just.. today." She sat, leaning into his arms. Slowly she relaxed to him, regaining her form. She looked at the ground beneath her, her eyes focusing. "You need to know."
Thank-you for reading! Next chapter very soon!! So what did you think? Should I continue? xx
