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OBSTACLES
"Veronica, are you sure the plants only grow on the other side of the plateau?" asked Marguerite as she was packing her sack for the long journey they had ahead of them. They were running low on supplies at the tree house and it was essential that they restocked before they ran out. The most important supply was a rare plant that was used to create a medicine that fights infection. If someone was injured, the medicine could save his or her life.
"Yes, Marguerite. I've looked around this side of the plateau many times and I haven't been able to find it," replied Veronica in an annoyed tone. Marguerite always had to complain about something.
"Come now, Marguerite, it will be nice to have a change of scenery for a while. We haven't ventured very far from the tree house in quite some time," said Challenger, hoping Marguerite would come around. The last thing he wanted was to have to put up with her grumbling throughout the entire trip.
"The only scenery I'm interested in is the kind you find off this wretched plateau. We should be looking for a passage home instead of some weed."
Veronica was going to argue with the woman but realized that there was just no point. She knew that Marguerite was only being Marguerite.
A few moments passed before Malone and Roxton came into the tree house. They had been outside making sure all the guns were in perfect working order.
"Everyone in here packed and ready to go?" asked Roxton.
"Just attending to a few last minute details," answered Challenger, "we'll be ready to leave momentarily."
"Good. I want to be through this part of the jungle before nightfall," said Roxton.
"All finished," said Challenger as he packed up the last of his equipment, "I think we're ready to go."
"Wonderful," said Marguerite sarcastically under her breath.
Roxton, having heard her remark, simply smiled and led the group out of the tree house. He had become used to Marguerite's "charming" personality. He even enjoyed it at times. They were constantly engaging in battles to see who could "one-up" the other. She was unlike any women he had ever met. Most women he knew were submissive, relaxed, delicate, and downright boring. None of these words could be used to describe Marguerite. He had once told her she was made of fire and steel, and he still believed that. Her strength and determination never ceased to amaze him.
He often thought about pursuing a relationship with her, but every time he thought they were getting close, she would pull away. He knew that she had a difficult childhood and that she had been hurt many times in her life, but he hoped that someday she would drop her defenses and let someone love her. He wondered if he could be that someone.
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The day was hot and humid. It was not long before the travelers needed to take a break. They stopped on the banks of a river and decided to eat lunch and relax for an hour.
"This is the hottest day we've had since we arrived on the plateau," said Ned as he took a sip of water from his canteen.
"I agree," said Challenger, "this was an inopportune time for us to run out of the medicine plant."
"Don't worry. It will start to get cooler as the sun sets," Veronica assured them.
"I certainly hope so," Marguerite exclaimed in an obnoxious tone.
"What's the matter Marguerite, not enjoying the trip so far?" asked Roxton with a teasing grin on his face.
"No John, it's been lovely," she scathingly replied, casting him a nasty glance in the process. As soon as the words escaped her mouth she wished that she hadn't sounded so cruel.
She often tried to suppress her sarcastic remarks, but she never seemed to be successful. She was so used to people using her and hurting her that she had to develop some sort of a defense mechanism. She feared that she would completely alienate herself from the group if she didn't figure out a way to control herself. She didn't like being lonely. She wanted to be able to trust people, but she didn't think that she even could. Trusting people makes you vulnerable and she swore that she would never be at anyone's mercy again. She had been the victim of gold diggers many times in her life. She didn't think that she would ever be able to open herself up completely. Besides, once the others found out about her past, she would lose their friendship anyway. They would never underst-
Marguerite's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden scream and splash. Ned, who had been filling his canteen with water right next to her, had fallen into the river. The splash had soaked her, but she was laughing anyway.
"You think this is funny, Marguerite?" he asked.
"As a matter of fact, I do," she answered. "Let me help you."
She reached her hand out to him. He took it and pulled her into the water right beside him. She screamed.
"Still think it's funny?" asked Ned.
She glared at time with eyes full of fury.
"I don't know about Marguerite, Malone, but, I sure enjoyed it," said Roxton who watched the whole thing with Challenger and Veronica. All three were laughing at the sight. Marguerite splashed them and they immediately backed off.
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They continued on their journey until night began to close in on them. They found a secure place to set up camp and settled in for the night. The moon was high in the sky and shining brightly. The temperature was much lower and the group was finally comfortable. They went to bed early so they would be rested for the next day's travel. They decided to take shifts keeping watch throughout the night, in case an uninvited creature decided to visit them.
Roxton had the first watch. He spent two hours pacing back and forth around the camp, listening closely for any strange sounds. Thankfully, everything was normal.
He found himself thinking about Marguerite from time to time. He wished that he could get her out of his mind. Just then, he heard a noise behind him. He swiftly turned around to discover that it was the woman who had been plaguing his thoughts.
"What are you doing up?" he asked.
"I had trouble sleeping so I thought I would relieve you of you duty for a while." She answered.
"You? Being generous? I never thought I'd live to see the day."
"I try to help people and this is how I'm treated, first I was pulled into a river and now I'm being verbally abused."
He smiled at her and laughed. She loved his smile. It made her feel safe and secure. It also made her feel terrified. She didn't like the affect he had on her. She had deep feelings for this man, and although she fought them with every bit of her being, she could not destroy them. However, her inability to trust prevented her from acting on her feelings. She wished each and every day that things were different.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Roxton, noticing that she suddenly had a far off look in her eyes.
"Nothing. I'm just wondering how much farther we'll have to travel before we reach the plant."
"Veronica said we would reach it before nightfall tomor--"Roxton suddenly became quiet.
"What's the matter?" Marguerite frantically asked.
"I thought I heard something. Be quiet for a moment."
"What do you think it is?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know? I thought you were an expert hunter!"
"Marguerite! Be quiet and let me listen."
Suddenly there was a movement in the bushes. Roxton held up his rifle. He was ready for an attack. Then, suddenly, a baby monkey popped out of the bushes and climbed up a nearby tree.
"I don't think he's going to attack us, John."
He laughed at her comment and smiled at the monkey in the tree. Roxton looked so appealing. She examined his face. The moonlight made his eyes glow. She had to turn away from his smiling face in order to keep her composure.
"Why don't you try to sleep?" she said, needing to be separated from him before she did something she would regret. She reminded herself over and over that any relationship she tried to have would never work.
"I think I will. Wake me if you run into any trouble."
"I will. Goodnight."
"Goodnight"
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Everyone was up bright and early the next morning. They quickly packed up the campsite and continued their journey. The day was uneventful for the most part. They reached the other side of the plateau late in the day, just as Veronica had predicted. After searching for about an hour, they discovered the field where the medicine plant grew.
"Here it is!" Veronica exclaimed. The plant resembled a fern; only it had streaks of green, purple, and blue.
"It's beautiful," Ned observed.
"Let's gather as much as we can and then set up camp," said Challenger.
They filled their sacks with the plant and proceeded to prepare for the evening. It was still early when they finished setting up camp. They ate dinner and decided to start a campfire. They spent the evening discussing the trip, the plant, and anything else that came to mind. Time passed quickly and it was getting very late. They went to bed one by one until it was just Roxton and Marguerite left by the fire.
"Do you want to take the first watch or shall I," she asked him.
"I'll go first. You try to get some sleep."
She stood up and started to walk to the tent when suddenly he called to her.
"Marguerite, don't move. I hear something."
"Another monkey? Or perhaps this time it's a bunny," she joked.
He ignored her comment and walked over to where the noise came from.
"Roxton, what is it?"
"I don't know. Just stay put."
"Do you see anything?"
"It's too dark. Give me a moment."
Just then a raptor jumped out of the bushes and stood right in front of Roxton. He raised his gun and tried to shoot, but the beast was too quick. It jumped forward and started to attack him.
Marguerite watched in horror for a moment as the raptor attacked Roxton. She quickly regained her composure, picked up a rifle, and shot the beast. Upon hearing the gunfire, the rest of the group quickly arose. They found Marguerite kneeling between Roxton's motionless body and the dead Raptor.
"Is he--?" Ned could not finish his sentence. He did not even want to consider the possibility that Roxton could be dead.
Veronica rushed over to where Roxton was lying. He had severe gashes on his chest, abdomen, and leg. Thankfully, the wounds weren't deep enough to hit any vital organs or arteries, but he was still losing a great deal of blood. He was also unconscious, which meant he injured his head.
"We have to get him back to the tree house," Veronica exclaimed, "His wounds need to be treated immediately."
"Can't you help him here, now. You have the bloody medicine plant," yelled Marguerite.
"The plant needs to be dried and turned into a paste. I can't do that here."
"Will he make it back to the tree house?" asked Ned.
"I don't know. We have to hurry. He's losing blood and at great risk for an infection."
"Then there's no time to spare. We have to leave now and get back as fast as we can." Challenger announced.
The group moved as fast as they possibly could. They constructed a slipshod stretcher to carry Roxton back on. In no time they were packed and returning home. They had to be very careful because they were traveling at night and had very little sleep, an extremely deadly combination in the lost world. Morning came and they increased their speed. They stopped only for short water breaks.
Marguerite was silent during the entire trip home. The others weren't used to seeing her in this way. She was as pale as she had ever been. The emotion in her expression completely surprised the others. She was in complete agony. The others new that she and Roxton had a connection, but the look on her face told them that it was deeper than they could have imagined.
It took them a full day and a half to get back to the tree house. They had no sleep and were exhausted. Despite that, however, they rushed to create the medicine. They new it was the only chance that Roxton had. They laid him in his bed and kept watch over him. He had spiked a high fever, which meant an infection had set in.
Marguerite sat by his bedside, hoping he would regain consciousness. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Roxton. She would miss him so much. Their conversations, quarrelling, and connection had become a very special part of her life.
Just then, his eyes slowly opened.
"Marguerite."
She quickly turned to him and said, "Welcome back."
"What happened?" he asked.
"You had an awful run in with a raptor and I saved you. But don't worry you can repay me later"
He smiled at her remarks and said, "I suppose this will cost me an arm and a leg."
He tried to lift himself up, but as he did a terrible wave of pain washed over his body and he cried out.
"John, don't try to move! You need to rest."
"My head is throbbing."
"We think you hit it as you fell. You were unconscious for a long time."
"Have you been nursing me back to health?"
"Well, if anything happened to you, who would protect us? We would never get off this dreadful plateau."
"So, you want me to guide you home. Is that the only reason you're sitting by my bedside?" he asked, hoping she would say more, though knowing she wouldn't.
"I'm going to get the others so they can examine you."
She left the room momentarily and returned with Challenger, Veronica, and Malone. Challenger and Veronica examined him. The infection had still not subsided and Roxton began to again dip in and out of consciousness.
"When will that blasted medicine be done?" Marguerite asked Veronica in an anxious tone.
"I need at least another day. It's a long process, but I'm trying to rush it as much as I can."
"That may be the only thing that can save his life," said Challenger, "It worries me that his fever is still so high.
Marguerite looked exhausted so Malone offered to keep watch for a while. She reluctantly returned to her room and rested her head on her pillow. It wasn't long before she fell into a deep sleep. She slept all day long and into the night.
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Roxton had worsened during her absence. His fever was extremely high and he had not regained consciousness in hours.
"Is there anything else we can do?" asked Malone.
"Nothing short of a miracle can save him now," replied Challenger, "His fever is getting higher with each passing hour. I don't think he will survive the night."
"Someone needs to tell Marguerite. She'll want to say goodbye to him," said Malone, knowing that Roxton's death was going to hit her the hardest. Her love for him had become quite evident since the attack. The others knew that Roxton would be greatly missed.
"I'll go talk to her," offered Challenger. He walked over to her room and knocked on the door. She didn't respond at first, and he assumed she was sleeping. He pushed on the door and walked into her room. To his surprise, she was awake and sitting at the edge of her window. She was staring out into the jungle with a blank expression on her face.
"Marguerite"
She silently turned her head to look at him.
"Marguerite, I think you should come see Roxton. His condition is worsening. I don't think--. I mean, it doesn't seem likely that--. You see, he--." Challenger did not have the heart say the words to her.
"He's dying," she guessed.
"I believe so. If his fever doesn't subside, he'll be lucky to survive the night."
Marguerite somberly stood and walked into Roxton's bedroom. He was shaking and sweating. She could hardly stand the sight. She desperately wanted to run out of the room, but something inside her pushed her forward. She was not going to abandon him during his final hour.
One by one the adventurers said their goodbyes. Even though he wasn't awake, they still felt that had to tell him certain things. They were all fighting back the tears that were swelling in their eyes.
"You've saved all of our lives countless times. I don't know what we're going to do without you. You've been a great friend and you'll be missed," said Malone.
"Thank you, Roxton, for all that you taught me. I won't forget you," said Veronica as a tear dropped from her eye. Malone put a comforting arm around her.
"My dear boy, I owe you so much. I would have never made it here without you. If we ever find our way back to London, I will make certain the world knows of the pivotal role you played in this expedition," said Challenger.
They were all silent for a moment and then Malone, Veronica, and Challenger left the room before Marguerite said goodbye. They wanted to give her privacy. She was fighting back tears with every ounce of her being.
"Roxton, what do you think you're doing? Wake up right now. I demand it. Give me my way just this once," she paused for a few moments to prevent herself from crying, "It's so like you to be obstinate. I want you to wake up. I need you to wake up. Please don't leave me here alone."
She could control her tears no longer.
"Roxton, please. Please come back to me. I--, I love you. I need you by my side. I can't survive here alone. You can't image how hard it is for me to love someone again. Don't throw it all away. Don't die on me. Wake up. Please, Roxton, please." She couldn't speak any longer. Loud sobs were all that could escape her mouth. The others heard her crying, but decided to not to approach her. They new that there was nothing they could do for her.
She sat by his bedside, holding his hand throughout the night. She fell asleep with his hand still in hers and her head rested on his bed.
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Roxton saw a bright light ahead of him. He started to walk toward it when a familiar voice called out to him.
"Roxton, stop where you are."
Roxton whirled around to see his brother, William, standing behind him. William was dressed all in white and had a strange glow to him. He had a smile on his face and he looked genuinely happy to see Roxton.
"William? Is that really you?"
"Yes, brother, it's me. It looks like I found you just in time."
"William, I never thought I'd see you again." He paused momentarily "I'm sorry for what happened. I tried to save you. I never meant for --"
"Don't say another word, John. I know and I forgive you. I am not here to talk about the past. I am here to help you. It's not time for you to pass through that light yet. You have too much to live for on earth."
"What are you talking about?"
"Let me show you." William raised his arms and suddenly he and Roxton were in the tree house in Roxton's bedroom. "Look here." William pointed to Marguerite at Roxton's bedside. Roxton saw himself lying in bed. He looked very ill.
"Am I going to die?"
"No, your love for this woman is going to pull you through, John. She has been watching over you for hours. The love you share will save your life."
"Love?"
"Don't pretend that you don't love her. You never could lie to me."
"No, I guess I couldn't," Roxton said with a smile.
"I must warn you, John, it won't be easy to begin a relationship with her. There are still many obstacles in your way. As long as you remain strong and, above all, understanding, you will succeed in winning her heart."
"What if she doesn't love me?"
"She does. This I know for sure. I must go now, John. Good luck. I will see you again someday, when your time does come. Until then, live each day to the fullest. Do not let the past haunt you."
"William, wait!" Roxton yelled, but it was too late. His brother was gone. However, he had given him a wonderful gift. For the first time in years, Roxton felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders. He felt like he was finally free.
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Morning came to the tree house. Marguerite was still sleeping by Roxton's bedside. It was a beautiful day. The sun shone high in the sky. A sudden movement awakened Marguerite. Roxton was shifting in his bed. She put her hand to his forehead and felt for a fever. He was much cooler. She was overjoyed and ran out of the room to tell the others.
"His fever broke!" she yelled.
"Thank goodness!" cried Veronica. "I finished the medicine last night while you were sleeping. I gave it to him as soon as it was done. I was terrified that it was too late."
A wave of relief had washed over the faces of the explorers. They all went on with their daily activities, except for Marguerite, who returned to Roxton's bedside. That afternoon, he slowly opened his eyes and regained consciousness.
"Marguerite"
"Welcome back. We were worried about you."
"I had the strangest dream. I was in this room and William was here. I saw myself dying, but William told me it wasn't my time."
"He was right. Veronica finished preparing the medicine just in time to save you."
"So I'm going to live?"
"Looks that way," she said, smiling.
He looked deeply into her eyes. He remembered what William had told him in his dream. He wondered if William had really come to him. He wanted to believe the things his brother had said, but he just wasn't sure. Could it be true that Marguerite loved him?
"What are you thinking about?" she asked
"You."
Marguerite was shocked by his response. She wondered if he remembered what she said to him the night before. She wondered if he knew she loved him.
"What do you mean, me?"
"Marguerite, I know this may sound crazy, but I--. There's something I need to say. I mean, you know that I have feel--
"I am going to tell the others you're awake," she quickly interrupted, trying to stop him from saying anymore. She wasn't ready for all this to be happening. She walked out of the room and called to Challenger, Veronica, and Malone.
The sudden distance she put between them hurt Roxton. He wondered if there would ever he hope for their relationship. He didn't have much time to contemplate it, though, because the others came walking in, all with big smiles on their faces.
"We're so happy that you're okay," said Veronica.
'Yes, you gave us quite a scare," said Challenger.
"I was lucky to have such good friends taking care of me," Roxton replied.
"We did our best," said Veronica.
"Veronica was up for hours making the medicine from the plants we collected," said Malone, wanting Veronica to get the credit she deserved.
"I don't know how to thank you, Veronica," said Roxton, "I don't know how to thank any of you."
"You can worry about that later," said Challenger, jokingly, while lightly taping Roxton on the shoulder.
"Yes, for right now, you should just worry about getting better," suggested Malone.
"We should leave so you can get more rest," said Marguerite.
"That's a good idea," Challenger agreed.
They all left the room, including Marguerite. She needed time to think things through. She knew that Roxton loved her, but she also knew that he didn't really know her. She would have to give him the details of her past before they began a relationship. The problem was she knew that, if she did tell him, he would never want to be with her.
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A few days passed and Roxton was quickly returning to his old self. He had tried to speak to Marguerite a few times, but she kept avoiding him. He decided that he was going to have to force her to talk to him. He couldn't live like this anymore. He needed to resolve the situation.
When Challenger, Veronica, and Malone were outside doing chores, Roxton decided it was the opportune time to approach Marguerite. She was preparing dinner in the kitchen.
"It's your turn to cook. And I was just beginning to feel better," he joked. Marguerite was not the best of cooks.
"Very funny"
"What are you preparing?"
"Wild boar and vegetables."
"Sounds good," he became quiet for a moment and then said, "Listen, Marguerite, we need to talk."
"Whatever for?" she tried to act like she was clueless.
"I think you know."
"John, please. I don't want to have this conversation. There's no point. It can't lead anywhere."
"Why, Marguerite? Explain it to me."
"You won't understand"
"Try me. You might be surprised."
"I don't think so. There are a great many things you don't know about me. I'm afraid that if I tell you, I'll lose your friendship, I'll lose everyone's friendship."
"I've never seen fear hold you back before, Marguerite."
She was beginning to get annoyed and upset. Why couldn't he just leave well enough alone?
"Please leave me alone, John."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because I love you." He said it. He didn't even mean to. It just popped out. He wasn't regretful, though. It had been at the tip of his tongue for a long time.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I can't live like this anymore, Marguerite. Tell me whatever it is that you think I won't understand."
"Fine! I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything. Just remember, you asked for it." Her tone had become cold. Just then, the rest of the group stepped off the elevator. "Good! You're all here. I'm about to tell Roxton all the secrets of my past. You may as well listen, too, so I won't have to say this twice."
They were shocked. This was the last thing they expected to hear. At first they assumed that she was joking. They didn't know what to do when they discovered that she was serious. Everyone sat in the living room quietly, except Marguerite, who was pacing back and forth. Roxton, Challenger, Malone, and Veronica listened intently to what Marguerite had to say.
"Here we go: I don't have any money. I used every penny I had left to fund this expedition. I lost my fortune because I was stupid and I let my emotions get the better of me. I trusted people, one person in particular: my fiancé."
She noticed the shocked expressions on the other explorers' faces and then continued.
"That's right. I was engaged. His name was Nigel. He was so good to me and I trusted him. I let him talk me into anything. I thought that he truly loved me. It was the first time in my life that anyone showed me love. I was overjoyed. One day, Nigel asked me to help him start a business. Without really knowing what he planed to do, I gave him money. Weeks passed and he told me the business was going well. He asked me for more money and I gave it to him. I was so stupid. As our wedding neared, I gave him access to my bank account. About a month later I discovered what his business was. I overheard him talking to one of his associates. He was selling stolen, international works of art on the black market. I was outraged at first, but I didn't do anything to stop him. He convinced me to go along with it. He even convinced me to help him. I did whatever he asked, whenever he asked."
She took a deep breath and continued her story.
"Not long after, I made another discovery. This discovery, however, made me happier than I had ever been. I realized that I was pregnant."
Her eyes filled with tears, but she smiled at the memory. Her words, however, hit Roxton harder than a speeding bullet. He felt like he couldn't breathe. She saw the expression on his face and had to turn away. It took her a moment, but she regained her composure and continued the story.
"I wanted the baby desperately. I never received love as a child and I was determined that my baby would have a better life. I rushed over to tell Nigel. He didn't take the news the way I thought he would, though. He was outraged. He told me it was the last thing he needed in the world. He called me a cheap slut and said that he would never marry me now. I tried to rush out of the house. I needed to get away from him, but he caught up with me at the top of the staircase. He said that he wasn't going to let me ruin his life. He pushed me down the steps. I don't remember much after that. I woke up in the hospital and they told me my baby had died. I became very depressed. When I was finally able to leave the hospital I found that Nigel had cleaned out my bank account. All my hopes for the future were destroyed in a matter of days - and it was all because I trusted him. Nigel disappeared and I never saw him again, which was fine with me, but, I was left alone to face his angry clients. I ran the business for over a year. I was afraid of what would happen to me if I didn't. Things went well for a while, but slowly started to die down. I was quickly going bankrupt. People were after me for money and shipments all the time. I didn't have either to give them. That's when I hear about the Challenger expedition. I needed to get out of the country before I was killed and it gave me the perfect opportunity. I hoped that I would be able to find some sort of wealth on the journey. I need to pay people off so I can get on with the rest of my life."
Marguerite could say no more. Everyone was silent. Feeling vulnerable and embarrassed, she ran into her room and shut the door. Roxton stood up, grabbed his rifle, and left the tree house. He was having trouble dealing with what he just heard.
"I new Marguerite had secrets, but I can't believe what I just heard," said Ned.
"Yes, It's all quite unbelievable," agreed Challenger.
"And sad," said Veronica, "I feel sorry for Marguerite.
"It doesn't seem like Roxton's taking this well," Ned noted.
"Perhaps he just needs time to let it all set in," said Challenger.
"Maybe," said Ned.
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Roxton aimlessly traveled through the jungle for hours. He was thankful that no one followed him. The last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone right now. He replayed Marguerite's words in his head a thousand times. They were unbelievable. He felt an onslaught of emotions hit him - anger, sympathy, love, hate, betrayal, and jealousy. He was so confused. One moment he wanted to go to Marguerite and kiss her and tell her he understood and the next moment he didn't think he could ever look her in the eye again.
He didn't know what to do.
Then, suddenly, he remembered something his brother has said to him in his dream. "I must warn you, John, it won't be easy to begin a relationship with her. There are still many obstacles in your way. As long as you remain strong and, above all, understanding, you will succeed in winning her heart."
His brother told him to be understanding. He decided to try. At least now he knew why Marguerite had always been so distant and afraid to trust. She had been deeply hurt by someone she trusted in the past. He wondered if she would ever really be able to trust someone again. The more he thought about her story, the more he started to realize that she was a victim. She certainly hadn't asked for such awful things to happen to her. He decided to go talk to her.
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Marguerite regretted telling her story. She hated the way she felt right now. She decided that she couldn't stay at the tree house any longer. She would never again be able to face her friends, that is, if they still considered her a friend. She had done awful things. She began to pack her bags. She didn't know where she was going, but anyplace was better than where she was. Just then, she heard a knock on her door. She wondered who it was. She didn't think anyone would want to talk to her. She assumed they came to ask her to leave the tree house.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Marguerite," said Veronica as she entered the room.
"Save your breath Veronica. I know you came to tell me to leave. I've already started to pack."
"What are you talking about? I don't want you to leave. Where do you think you're going to go?"
"It doesn't matter. I'll figure something out. I always do."
"Marguerite, I came to tell you how sorry I am about what happened. I don't think it's your fault at all. You trusted someone you shouldn't have, which caused you to make some bad decisions. You were backed into a corner."
Marguerite looked at her with a confused expression. "I don't know what to say."
"That's a first," said Veronica, smiling, "We don't think any less of you. If anything, we understand you better. We know where you've been coming from."
"What about Roxton? Does he understand?"
"I don't know. He left hours ago and hasn't come back yet. But, he loves you Marguerite. I'm sure he'll get past this."
"I'm not so sure."
"Don't think about it right now. Start to unpack. I'm not letting you leave. It's a jungle out there," said Veronica, letting out a small laugh, hoping to lessen the intensity of the day.
"Veronica, I really think it would be best right now for me to go."
"You're staying and that's final."
"Alright, alright! I'll stay"
"Good. Why don't you get some rest."
"I think I will. Thank you Veronica, for everything."
"Your welcome."
Veronica left the room. When Marguerite was sure the girl had walked a fair distance away, she packed up the rest of her things. She only told Veronica she was staying to pacify her. She couldn't stand the thought of facing her friends again. She wrote a note to the group telling them she would miss them. She wrote another note to Roxton and put it next to his bed. Then, while the others were helping Challenger clean his lab, Marguerite grabbed one of the rifles and slipped out.
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Roxton returned to the tree house just before nightfall. He was ready to work things out with Marguerite.
"Roxton, thank goodness you're alright," said Veronica, as Roxton walked into the house, "We were beginning to worry."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"Are you okay?" asked Veronica, knowing he had been deeply affected by Marguerite's story.
"I'm fine," he quickly said, and then after a moment of silence asked, "Where's Marguerite?"
"She's been in her room all day," answered Veronica.
"We haven't heard a word from her since this afternoon," added Malone.
"Is she alright?" asked Roxton
"I talked to her this afternoon and she was very upset, but I think I managed to calm her down," replied Veronica.
"I'm going to talk to her," Roxton announced and walked away. He reached her door and knocked.
"Marguerite, can I come in?" he asked. When there was no answer, he again knocked and said, "Marguerite, let me in." He began to worry and opened the door.
She wasn't there. Many of her belongings were gone. All that remained were a few large items and a note on her bed. He walked over and read the note, which said:
Dear Friends,
I'm sorry for the trouble that I have caused.
I never meant to cause any of you pain.
I hope you understand why I had to leave.
I don't deserve the friendship that you have
given me. I will miss all off you, but I know
that you are better off without me.
-Marguerite
"Veronica, Malone, Challenger!" Roxton called. They came rushing into Marguerite's room with confused expressions on their faces.
"What's the matter, Roxton?" asked Malone.
"She's gone. She packed her things and left," Roxton replied, showing them the note.
"This is not possible!" Challenger exclaimed, "We've been here all day. I didn't see her go."
"She must have snuck out while we were in the lab," suggested Malone.
"This is all my fault!" Veronica said, with a guilty expression on her face.
"What are you talking about?" asked Malone.
"When I went to talk to her, she told me that she was planning to leave. I tried to reason with her and talk her out of it. I thought that I had. I should have known better. Marguerite never gives in. I should have known that she was still planning to go."
"It's not your fault, Veronica," said Roxton, "It's mine. I should have never left this afternoon. I'm going after her."
"We're coming, too!" said Challenger.
"I'll get the guns," said Malone, "Where's the ammunition?"
"It's in my room," said Roxton, "I'll get it." He walked into his bedroom and grabbed the ammunition. He started to walk out, but something on his nightstand caught his eye. He walked over and picked it up. It was a note from Marguerite. He read it:
Dear Roxton,
I'm sorry for the pain my past has caused you.
You are the most wonderful man that I have
ever known. I wish things could have been
different between us. I love you with all of my
heart and I will never forget all that you have done
for me. I want you to promise that you won't
worry about me. Don't try to find me. It's better
for everyone that I'm gone. I'll be fine. I've
learned how to take care of myself. Perhaps
our paths will cross again someday, but until
then, just remember that I will always love
and respect you.
Love Always, Marguerite.
"Oh, Marguerite. You're the most bullheaded person I've ever known, but I love you, too," he said to himself after he read the letter. Then he stormed out of his room, more determined than ever to find the woman he loved.
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Marguerite had been walking through the jungle for hours. It was late in the night and the jungle had become frighteningly dark. She finally took refuge in a small cave. Thankfully, there were no other inhabitants.
She didn't know what she was going to do. She needed to find a permanent place to stay. She certainly couldn't live the rest of her life in a cave. The more Marguerite thought about her situation, the more she began to feel desperate and afraid. She was alone in this harsh world. She knew she didn't have the survival skills she would need.
Despair started to set in. Marguerite sat at the edge of the cave and stared out at the moon. She wondered what the others were doing at that very moment. Perhaps, she thought, they were celebrating her departure. Probably opening the last bottles of champagne and having a grand time. She looked down at her canteen and piece of fruit and started to cry.
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"Roxton, we need to turn back. It's far to dangerous for us to be out here in the dark," said Challenger. They had been searching for Marguerite for quite some time and were beginning to give up hope. Marguerite was a very resourceful woman and if she didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be.
"I'm not leaving her out here alone, Challenger," said Roxton.
"We're not going to be of any use to her if we're dead. It's not safe out here," Challenger argued.
"You can all go back if you want. I'm going to keep looking for her. We can meet back up in the morning," offered Roxton.
"No way. We stay together," Malone proclaimed.
"That's right," said Veronica, "But, Challenger's right. It's very dangerous out here right now. We have to be careful."
"Everyone keep your guard up. We'll be fine," said Roxton as he moved forward. No one was going to stop him from finding Marguerite.
They searched all night long and found nothing. Roxton was getting very worried. He blamed himself for Marguerite's leaving. He should have been more understanding. He shouldn't have stormed off. If any thing happened to her, he would never be able to live with himself. At least it was getting light out again. They would be able to search much more effectively during daylight hours. Maybe all was not lost.
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Marguerite had tucked herself in the back of the cave to sleep. She hoped no predators would find her there. She was disoriented when she first awoke. Then suddenly, the reality of her situation began to set in and she somberly gathered her things and left the cave.
She tried to think of places to go, of villages they had encountered in the past. There was always the Amazons' village. Maybe they would take her in. It wasn't her first choice, though. She certainly couldn't go to the Zenga Village. The others would find her there for sure. She hoped to come across some sort of village. Anything was better than the jungle.
The sound of voices interrupted Marguerite's thoughts. She hid behind some bushes and became very quiet.
"I'll look over here. You and Veronica go that way, Malone. Challenger, check over there by those rocks," said a familiar voice. How on earth had he caught up to her? They must have been traveling all night long, she thought to herself.
Suddenly she heard footsteps getting closer and closer. She crouched down lower behind the bushes, hoping the others wouldn't find her. She told him, in her note, not to come after her. Why couldn't Roxton ever do what she told him to?
"Marguerite!!!" she heard Roxton's voice yell out. "Marguerite!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She backed up even more, stepping on a stick and snapping it in the process. Roxton quickly turned around and pointed his rifle in that direction. Marguerite knew that was the end - she was caught. As Roxton walked toward the bush, she decided to give in and stood up to face him.
"I'm here," she said in a soft voice, almost at the verge of tears.
When he saw her, Roxton's face showed an immediate expression of pure happiness and relief. "You had me worried."
"You know I can take care of myself."
"I do, but that's no reason to tempt fate, Marguerite."
She was silent for a moment and then said, "I'm not going back with you, John."
He walked towards her until they were standing face to face. He looked her squarely in the eyes and said, "You're coming back with me whether you want to or not. I'll drag you if I have to."
"What! Don't tell me---" He silenced her with his hand over her mouth, causing her body to stiffen. She looked at him with evil eyes.
"You're very beautiful when you're angry." He whispered. Roxton could wait no longer. He moved his hands to the sides of her face, lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her passionately. Her entire body relaxed and she lifted her arms around him. For the first time in her life she felt completely safe and secure - like nothing could ever touch her. It was very ironic, she thought. There she was, standing in one of the deadliest places on earth, feeling safe. Lord John Roxton made her feel that way and she loved him for it.
"Roxton, there's no sign of her over there. Maybe we should start looking in another---" Malone quickly shut up when he saw Roxton and Marguerite in each other's arms.
Roxton and Marguerite backed away from each other slightly and faced the others.
"Looks like you had more luck than the rest of us," said Challenger as he walked up behind Malone.
"Marguerite, what were you thinking, going off into the jungle by yourself?" asked Veronica. "We were so worried!"
"I'm sorry, Veronica. I'm sorry to all of you. I didn't mean to worry you."
"It's over know," Roxton interrupted and looked at her kindly, "Let's just get back to the tree house. We can all talk later."
"Yeah, We're glad you're alright, Marguerite," said Malone.
"Thanks." she replied.
They walked back, all feeling relieved. When they returned to the tree house, Roxton and Marguerite went out on the balcony to talk and everyone else went straight to bed. The nightlong search had thoroughly worn them out.
"Are you angry with me?" asked Marguerite.
"No, I'm not angry. Just don't pull a stunt like that again. You may not be so lucky next time. The jungle is a very deadly place."
"I'm sorry." She became very quiet. He noticed that she was deep in thought, but decided not to pry. Then, suddenly, she said, "Roxton, are you upset about my past?"
"I was at first. It was very shocking to me, Marguerite. But now, I understand. I don't have any right to judge you for you've done. I haven't been perfect, either."
"That part of my life is over now. I want you to know that. I was in a very bad place then, but I'm alright now."
"Marguerite," he said and then, after a moment's pause, continued, "I'm very sorry about the baby."
"It was a long time ago. I'm okay," she quietly said. He saw the look of sadness in her eyes, pulled her closer to him, and wrapped his arms around her. She returned his embrace and tears gently fell from her eyes.
"Shhh... It's all right. It's okay," he said to comfort her. They stood there quietly for a few moments in each other's arms. When the tears stopped, Marguerite turned and looked directly into Roxton's eyes.
"You always know how to make me feel better," she said.
"I'll always be here for you," he answered.
"I love you, John."
I love you, too"
She smiled and let out a small sigh. She could hardly believe the events of the last week. She went from feeling completely alone in the world to feeling more loved than she ever thought she could. She wrapped her arms around Roxton's neck and pulled herself towards him for a kiss.
The intensity of the moment started to grow and the kiss became increasingly passionate. They broke apart for a moment and looked into each other's eyes, each knowing what the other was thinking.
Marguerite started to walk away, towards her room. Roxton was confused at first, but then she turned and looked at him with inviting eyes. He smirked and followed her into the tree house. At her doorway, Marguerite stopped and waited for him to reach her. When he did, they kissed and Roxton picked her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.
He gently set her down and positioned himself beside her. He caressed her body with his strong hands, making her feel more secure than she ever had before. They whispered words of love into each other's ears throughout the night. They were finally together.
Roxton and Marguerite finally gave their hearts the chance to guide them.
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The next morning, Challenger, Malone, and Veronica awoke fairly early. They sat at the table eating breakfast and spoke about all the events that had transpired throughout the week.
"I'm so happy for Roxton and Marguerite. They overcame a lot of obstacles to be together," said Veronica.
"They certainly did, their egos being the biggest obstacle of all," added Challenger, with a laugh.
"Do you think we should wake them for breakfast?" asked Malone.
"No, I think they probably want to be left alone, Ned" answered Veronica.
"You're probably right," Ned agreed.
"At least it will be much quieter around her," noted Challenger.
"What do you mean?" asked Malone.
"Well, without Marguerite and Roxton's bickering there won't be as much noise," Challenger answered.
"What makes you think they won't be arguing, Challenger," said Veronica.
"Yeah, those too have tempers the size of Texas. I don't think we've heard the last of them," said Ned with a smile.
They all laughed at this discussion. They were so happy for their friends. They believed Roxton and Marguerite truly deserved the happiness that they had found.
OBSTACLES
"Veronica, are you sure the plants only grow on the other side of the plateau?" asked Marguerite as she was packing her sack for the long journey they had ahead of them. They were running low on supplies at the tree house and it was essential that they restocked before they ran out. The most important supply was a rare plant that was used to create a medicine that fights infection. If someone was injured, the medicine could save his or her life.
"Yes, Marguerite. I've looked around this side of the plateau many times and I haven't been able to find it," replied Veronica in an annoyed tone. Marguerite always had to complain about something.
"Come now, Marguerite, it will be nice to have a change of scenery for a while. We haven't ventured very far from the tree house in quite some time," said Challenger, hoping Marguerite would come around. The last thing he wanted was to have to put up with her grumbling throughout the entire trip.
"The only scenery I'm interested in is the kind you find off this wretched plateau. We should be looking for a passage home instead of some weed."
Veronica was going to argue with the woman but realized that there was just no point. She knew that Marguerite was only being Marguerite.
A few moments passed before Malone and Roxton came into the tree house. They had been outside making sure all the guns were in perfect working order.
"Everyone in here packed and ready to go?" asked Roxton.
"Just attending to a few last minute details," answered Challenger, "we'll be ready to leave momentarily."
"Good. I want to be through this part of the jungle before nightfall," said Roxton.
"All finished," said Challenger as he packed up the last of his equipment, "I think we're ready to go."
"Wonderful," said Marguerite sarcastically under her breath.
Roxton, having heard her remark, simply smiled and led the group out of the tree house. He had become used to Marguerite's "charming" personality. He even enjoyed it at times. They were constantly engaging in battles to see who could "one-up" the other. She was unlike any women he had ever met. Most women he knew were submissive, relaxed, delicate, and downright boring. None of these words could be used to describe Marguerite. He had once told her she was made of fire and steel, and he still believed that. Her strength and determination never ceased to amaze him.
He often thought about pursuing a relationship with her, but every time he thought they were getting close, she would pull away. He knew that she had a difficult childhood and that she had been hurt many times in her life, but he hoped that someday she would drop her defenses and let someone love her. He wondered if he could be that someone.
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The day was hot and humid. It was not long before the travelers needed to take a break. They stopped on the banks of a river and decided to eat lunch and relax for an hour.
"This is the hottest day we've had since we arrived on the plateau," said Ned as he took a sip of water from his canteen.
"I agree," said Challenger, "this was an inopportune time for us to run out of the medicine plant."
"Don't worry. It will start to get cooler as the sun sets," Veronica assured them.
"I certainly hope so," Marguerite exclaimed in an obnoxious tone.
"What's the matter Marguerite, not enjoying the trip so far?" asked Roxton with a teasing grin on his face.
"No John, it's been lovely," she scathingly replied, casting him a nasty glance in the process. As soon as the words escaped her mouth she wished that she hadn't sounded so cruel.
She often tried to suppress her sarcastic remarks, but she never seemed to be successful. She was so used to people using her and hurting her that she had to develop some sort of a defense mechanism. She feared that she would completely alienate herself from the group if she didn't figure out a way to control herself. She didn't like being lonely. She wanted to be able to trust people, but she didn't think that she even could. Trusting people makes you vulnerable and she swore that she would never be at anyone's mercy again. She had been the victim of gold diggers many times in her life. She didn't think that she would ever be able to open herself up completely. Besides, once the others found out about her past, she would lose their friendship anyway. They would never underst-
Marguerite's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden scream and splash. Ned, who had been filling his canteen with water right next to her, had fallen into the river. The splash had soaked her, but she was laughing anyway.
"You think this is funny, Marguerite?" he asked.
"As a matter of fact, I do," she answered. "Let me help you."
She reached her hand out to him. He took it and pulled her into the water right beside him. She screamed.
"Still think it's funny?" asked Ned.
She glared at time with eyes full of fury.
"I don't know about Marguerite, Malone, but, I sure enjoyed it," said Roxton who watched the whole thing with Challenger and Veronica. All three were laughing at the sight. Marguerite splashed them and they immediately backed off.
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They continued on their journey until night began to close in on them. They found a secure place to set up camp and settled in for the night. The moon was high in the sky and shining brightly. The temperature was much lower and the group was finally comfortable. They went to bed early so they would be rested for the next day's travel. They decided to take shifts keeping watch throughout the night, in case an uninvited creature decided to visit them.
Roxton had the first watch. He spent two hours pacing back and forth around the camp, listening closely for any strange sounds. Thankfully, everything was normal.
He found himself thinking about Marguerite from time to time. He wished that he could get her out of his mind. Just then, he heard a noise behind him. He swiftly turned around to discover that it was the woman who had been plaguing his thoughts.
"What are you doing up?" he asked.
"I had trouble sleeping so I thought I would relieve you of you duty for a while." She answered.
"You? Being generous? I never thought I'd live to see the day."
"I try to help people and this is how I'm treated, first I was pulled into a river and now I'm being verbally abused."
He smiled at her and laughed. She loved his smile. It made her feel safe and secure. It also made her feel terrified. She didn't like the affect he had on her. She had deep feelings for this man, and although she fought them with every bit of her being, she could not destroy them. However, her inability to trust prevented her from acting on her feelings. She wished each and every day that things were different.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Roxton, noticing that she suddenly had a far off look in her eyes.
"Nothing. I'm just wondering how much farther we'll have to travel before we reach the plant."
"Veronica said we would reach it before nightfall tomor--"Roxton suddenly became quiet.
"What's the matter?" Marguerite frantically asked.
"I thought I heard something. Be quiet for a moment."
"What do you think it is?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know? I thought you were an expert hunter!"
"Marguerite! Be quiet and let me listen."
Suddenly there was a movement in the bushes. Roxton held up his rifle. He was ready for an attack. Then, suddenly, a baby monkey popped out of the bushes and climbed up a nearby tree.
"I don't think he's going to attack us, John."
He laughed at her comment and smiled at the monkey in the tree. Roxton looked so appealing. She examined his face. The moonlight made his eyes glow. She had to turn away from his smiling face in order to keep her composure.
"Why don't you try to sleep?" she said, needing to be separated from him before she did something she would regret. She reminded herself over and over that any relationship she tried to have would never work.
"I think I will. Wake me if you run into any trouble."
"I will. Goodnight."
"Goodnight"
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Everyone was up bright and early the next morning. They quickly packed up the campsite and continued their journey. The day was uneventful for the most part. They reached the other side of the plateau late in the day, just as Veronica had predicted. After searching for about an hour, they discovered the field where the medicine plant grew.
"Here it is!" Veronica exclaimed. The plant resembled a fern; only it had streaks of green, purple, and blue.
"It's beautiful," Ned observed.
"Let's gather as much as we can and then set up camp," said Challenger.
They filled their sacks with the plant and proceeded to prepare for the evening. It was still early when they finished setting up camp. They ate dinner and decided to start a campfire. They spent the evening discussing the trip, the plant, and anything else that came to mind. Time passed quickly and it was getting very late. They went to bed one by one until it was just Roxton and Marguerite left by the fire.
"Do you want to take the first watch or shall I," she asked him.
"I'll go first. You try to get some sleep."
She stood up and started to walk to the tent when suddenly he called to her.
"Marguerite, don't move. I hear something."
"Another monkey? Or perhaps this time it's a bunny," she joked.
He ignored her comment and walked over to where the noise came from.
"Roxton, what is it?"
"I don't know. Just stay put."
"Do you see anything?"
"It's too dark. Give me a moment."
Just then a raptor jumped out of the bushes and stood right in front of Roxton. He raised his gun and tried to shoot, but the beast was too quick. It jumped forward and started to attack him.
Marguerite watched in horror for a moment as the raptor attacked Roxton. She quickly regained her composure, picked up a rifle, and shot the beast. Upon hearing the gunfire, the rest of the group quickly arose. They found Marguerite kneeling between Roxton's motionless body and the dead Raptor.
"Is he--?" Ned could not finish his sentence. He did not even want to consider the possibility that Roxton could be dead.
Veronica rushed over to where Roxton was lying. He had severe gashes on his chest, abdomen, and leg. Thankfully, the wounds weren't deep enough to hit any vital organs or arteries, but he was still losing a great deal of blood. He was also unconscious, which meant he injured his head.
"We have to get him back to the tree house," Veronica exclaimed, "His wounds need to be treated immediately."
"Can't you help him here, now. You have the bloody medicine plant," yelled Marguerite.
"The plant needs to be dried and turned into a paste. I can't do that here."
"Will he make it back to the tree house?" asked Ned.
"I don't know. We have to hurry. He's losing blood and at great risk for an infection."
"Then there's no time to spare. We have to leave now and get back as fast as we can." Challenger announced.
The group moved as fast as they possibly could. They constructed a slipshod stretcher to carry Roxton back on. In no time they were packed and returning home. They had to be very careful because they were traveling at night and had very little sleep, an extremely deadly combination in the lost world. Morning came and they increased their speed. They stopped only for short water breaks.
Marguerite was silent during the entire trip home. The others weren't used to seeing her in this way. She was as pale as she had ever been. The emotion in her expression completely surprised the others. She was in complete agony. The others new that she and Roxton had a connection, but the look on her face told them that it was deeper than they could have imagined.
It took them a full day and a half to get back to the tree house. They had no sleep and were exhausted. Despite that, however, they rushed to create the medicine. They new it was the only chance that Roxton had. They laid him in his bed and kept watch over him. He had spiked a high fever, which meant an infection had set in.
Marguerite sat by his bedside, hoping he would regain consciousness. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Roxton. She would miss him so much. Their conversations, quarrelling, and connection had become a very special part of her life.
Just then, his eyes slowly opened.
"Marguerite."
She quickly turned to him and said, "Welcome back."
"What happened?" he asked.
"You had an awful run in with a raptor and I saved you. But don't worry you can repay me later"
He smiled at her remarks and said, "I suppose this will cost me an arm and a leg."
He tried to lift himself up, but as he did a terrible wave of pain washed over his body and he cried out.
"John, don't try to move! You need to rest."
"My head is throbbing."
"We think you hit it as you fell. You were unconscious for a long time."
"Have you been nursing me back to health?"
"Well, if anything happened to you, who would protect us? We would never get off this dreadful plateau."
"So, you want me to guide you home. Is that the only reason you're sitting by my bedside?" he asked, hoping she would say more, though knowing she wouldn't.
"I'm going to get the others so they can examine you."
She left the room momentarily and returned with Challenger, Veronica, and Malone. Challenger and Veronica examined him. The infection had still not subsided and Roxton began to again dip in and out of consciousness.
"When will that blasted medicine be done?" Marguerite asked Veronica in an anxious tone.
"I need at least another day. It's a long process, but I'm trying to rush it as much as I can."
"That may be the only thing that can save his life," said Challenger, "It worries me that his fever is still so high.
Marguerite looked exhausted so Malone offered to keep watch for a while. She reluctantly returned to her room and rested her head on her pillow. It wasn't long before she fell into a deep sleep. She slept all day long and into the night.
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Roxton had worsened during her absence. His fever was extremely high and he had not regained consciousness in hours.
"Is there anything else we can do?" asked Malone.
"Nothing short of a miracle can save him now," replied Challenger, "His fever is getting higher with each passing hour. I don't think he will survive the night."
"Someone needs to tell Marguerite. She'll want to say goodbye to him," said Malone, knowing that Roxton's death was going to hit her the hardest. Her love for him had become quite evident since the attack. The others knew that Roxton would be greatly missed.
"I'll go talk to her," offered Challenger. He walked over to her room and knocked on the door. She didn't respond at first, and he assumed she was sleeping. He pushed on the door and walked into her room. To his surprise, she was awake and sitting at the edge of her window. She was staring out into the jungle with a blank expression on her face.
"Marguerite"
She silently turned her head to look at him.
"Marguerite, I think you should come see Roxton. His condition is worsening. I don't think--. I mean, it doesn't seem likely that--. You see, he--." Challenger did not have the heart say the words to her.
"He's dying," she guessed.
"I believe so. If his fever doesn't subside, he'll be lucky to survive the night."
Marguerite somberly stood and walked into Roxton's bedroom. He was shaking and sweating. She could hardly stand the sight. She desperately wanted to run out of the room, but something inside her pushed her forward. She was not going to abandon him during his final hour.
One by one the adventurers said their goodbyes. Even though he wasn't awake, they still felt that had to tell him certain things. They were all fighting back the tears that were swelling in their eyes.
"You've saved all of our lives countless times. I don't know what we're going to do without you. You've been a great friend and you'll be missed," said Malone.
"Thank you, Roxton, for all that you taught me. I won't forget you," said Veronica as a tear dropped from her eye. Malone put a comforting arm around her.
"My dear boy, I owe you so much. I would have never made it here without you. If we ever find our way back to London, I will make certain the world knows of the pivotal role you played in this expedition," said Challenger.
They were all silent for a moment and then Malone, Veronica, and Challenger left the room before Marguerite said goodbye. They wanted to give her privacy. She was fighting back tears with every ounce of her being.
"Roxton, what do you think you're doing? Wake up right now. I demand it. Give me my way just this once," she paused for a few moments to prevent herself from crying, "It's so like you to be obstinate. I want you to wake up. I need you to wake up. Please don't leave me here alone."
She could control her tears no longer.
"Roxton, please. Please come back to me. I--, I love you. I need you by my side. I can't survive here alone. You can't image how hard it is for me to love someone again. Don't throw it all away. Don't die on me. Wake up. Please, Roxton, please." She couldn't speak any longer. Loud sobs were all that could escape her mouth. The others heard her crying, but decided to not to approach her. They new that there was nothing they could do for her.
She sat by his bedside, holding his hand throughout the night. She fell asleep with his hand still in hers and her head rested on his bed.
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Roxton saw a bright light ahead of him. He started to walk toward it when a familiar voice called out to him.
"Roxton, stop where you are."
Roxton whirled around to see his brother, William, standing behind him. William was dressed all in white and had a strange glow to him. He had a smile on his face and he looked genuinely happy to see Roxton.
"William? Is that really you?"
"Yes, brother, it's me. It looks like I found you just in time."
"William, I never thought I'd see you again." He paused momentarily "I'm sorry for what happened. I tried to save you. I never meant for --"
"Don't say another word, John. I know and I forgive you. I am not here to talk about the past. I am here to help you. It's not time for you to pass through that light yet. You have too much to live for on earth."
"What are you talking about?"
"Let me show you." William raised his arms and suddenly he and Roxton were in the tree house in Roxton's bedroom. "Look here." William pointed to Marguerite at Roxton's bedside. Roxton saw himself lying in bed. He looked very ill.
"Am I going to die?"
"No, your love for this woman is going to pull you through, John. She has been watching over you for hours. The love you share will save your life."
"Love?"
"Don't pretend that you don't love her. You never could lie to me."
"No, I guess I couldn't," Roxton said with a smile.
"I must warn you, John, it won't be easy to begin a relationship with her. There are still many obstacles in your way. As long as you remain strong and, above all, understanding, you will succeed in winning her heart."
"What if she doesn't love me?"
"She does. This I know for sure. I must go now, John. Good luck. I will see you again someday, when your time does come. Until then, live each day to the fullest. Do not let the past haunt you."
"William, wait!" Roxton yelled, but it was too late. His brother was gone. However, he had given him a wonderful gift. For the first time in years, Roxton felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders. He felt like he was finally free.
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Morning came to the tree house. Marguerite was still sleeping by Roxton's bedside. It was a beautiful day. The sun shone high in the sky. A sudden movement awakened Marguerite. Roxton was shifting in his bed. She put her hand to his forehead and felt for a fever. He was much cooler. She was overjoyed and ran out of the room to tell the others.
"His fever broke!" she yelled.
"Thank goodness!" cried Veronica. "I finished the medicine last night while you were sleeping. I gave it to him as soon as it was done. I was terrified that it was too late."
A wave of relief had washed over the faces of the explorers. They all went on with their daily activities, except for Marguerite, who returned to Roxton's bedside. That afternoon, he slowly opened his eyes and regained consciousness.
"Marguerite"
"Welcome back. We were worried about you."
"I had the strangest dream. I was in this room and William was here. I saw myself dying, but William told me it wasn't my time."
"He was right. Veronica finished preparing the medicine just in time to save you."
"So I'm going to live?"
"Looks that way," she said, smiling.
He looked deeply into her eyes. He remembered what William had told him in his dream. He wondered if William had really come to him. He wanted to believe the things his brother had said, but he just wasn't sure. Could it be true that Marguerite loved him?
"What are you thinking about?" she asked
"You."
Marguerite was shocked by his response. She wondered if he remembered what she said to him the night before. She wondered if he knew she loved him.
"What do you mean, me?"
"Marguerite, I know this may sound crazy, but I--. There's something I need to say. I mean, you know that I have feel--
"I am going to tell the others you're awake," she quickly interrupted, trying to stop him from saying anymore. She wasn't ready for all this to be happening. She walked out of the room and called to Challenger, Veronica, and Malone.
The sudden distance she put between them hurt Roxton. He wondered if there would ever he hope for their relationship. He didn't have much time to contemplate it, though, because the others came walking in, all with big smiles on their faces.
"We're so happy that you're okay," said Veronica.
'Yes, you gave us quite a scare," said Challenger.
"I was lucky to have such good friends taking care of me," Roxton replied.
"We did our best," said Veronica.
"Veronica was up for hours making the medicine from the plants we collected," said Malone, wanting Veronica to get the credit she deserved.
"I don't know how to thank you, Veronica," said Roxton, "I don't know how to thank any of you."
"You can worry about that later," said Challenger, jokingly, while lightly taping Roxton on the shoulder.
"Yes, for right now, you should just worry about getting better," suggested Malone.
"We should leave so you can get more rest," said Marguerite.
"That's a good idea," Challenger agreed.
They all left the room, including Marguerite. She needed time to think things through. She knew that Roxton loved her, but she also knew that he didn't really know her. She would have to give him the details of her past before they began a relationship. The problem was she knew that, if she did tell him, he would never want to be with her.
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A few days passed and Roxton was quickly returning to his old self. He had tried to speak to Marguerite a few times, but she kept avoiding him. He decided that he was going to have to force her to talk to him. He couldn't live like this anymore. He needed to resolve the situation.
When Challenger, Veronica, and Malone were outside doing chores, Roxton decided it was the opportune time to approach Marguerite. She was preparing dinner in the kitchen.
"It's your turn to cook. And I was just beginning to feel better," he joked. Marguerite was not the best of cooks.
"Very funny"
"What are you preparing?"
"Wild boar and vegetables."
"Sounds good," he became quiet for a moment and then said, "Listen, Marguerite, we need to talk."
"Whatever for?" she tried to act like she was clueless.
"I think you know."
"John, please. I don't want to have this conversation. There's no point. It can't lead anywhere."
"Why, Marguerite? Explain it to me."
"You won't understand"
"Try me. You might be surprised."
"I don't think so. There are a great many things you don't know about me. I'm afraid that if I tell you, I'll lose your friendship, I'll lose everyone's friendship."
"I've never seen fear hold you back before, Marguerite."
She was beginning to get annoyed and upset. Why couldn't he just leave well enough alone?
"Please leave me alone, John."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because I love you." He said it. He didn't even mean to. It just popped out. He wasn't regretful, though. It had been at the tip of his tongue for a long time.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Because I can't live like this anymore, Marguerite. Tell me whatever it is that you think I won't understand."
"Fine! I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything. Just remember, you asked for it." Her tone had become cold. Just then, the rest of the group stepped off the elevator. "Good! You're all here. I'm about to tell Roxton all the secrets of my past. You may as well listen, too, so I won't have to say this twice."
They were shocked. This was the last thing they expected to hear. At first they assumed that she was joking. They didn't know what to do when they discovered that she was serious. Everyone sat in the living room quietly, except Marguerite, who was pacing back and forth. Roxton, Challenger, Malone, and Veronica listened intently to what Marguerite had to say.
"Here we go: I don't have any money. I used every penny I had left to fund this expedition. I lost my fortune because I was stupid and I let my emotions get the better of me. I trusted people, one person in particular: my fiancé."
She noticed the shocked expressions on the other explorers' faces and then continued.
"That's right. I was engaged. His name was Nigel. He was so good to me and I trusted him. I let him talk me into anything. I thought that he truly loved me. It was the first time in my life that anyone showed me love. I was overjoyed. One day, Nigel asked me to help him start a business. Without really knowing what he planed to do, I gave him money. Weeks passed and he told me the business was going well. He asked me for more money and I gave it to him. I was so stupid. As our wedding neared, I gave him access to my bank account. About a month later I discovered what his business was. I overheard him talking to one of his associates. He was selling stolen, international works of art on the black market. I was outraged at first, but I didn't do anything to stop him. He convinced me to go along with it. He even convinced me to help him. I did whatever he asked, whenever he asked."
She took a deep breath and continued her story.
"Not long after, I made another discovery. This discovery, however, made me happier than I had ever been. I realized that I was pregnant."
Her eyes filled with tears, but she smiled at the memory. Her words, however, hit Roxton harder than a speeding bullet. He felt like he couldn't breathe. She saw the expression on his face and had to turn away. It took her a moment, but she regained her composure and continued the story.
"I wanted the baby desperately. I never received love as a child and I was determined that my baby would have a better life. I rushed over to tell Nigel. He didn't take the news the way I thought he would, though. He was outraged. He told me it was the last thing he needed in the world. He called me a cheap slut and said that he would never marry me now. I tried to rush out of the house. I needed to get away from him, but he caught up with me at the top of the staircase. He said that he wasn't going to let me ruin his life. He pushed me down the steps. I don't remember much after that. I woke up in the hospital and they told me my baby had died. I became very depressed. When I was finally able to leave the hospital I found that Nigel had cleaned out my bank account. All my hopes for the future were destroyed in a matter of days - and it was all because I trusted him. Nigel disappeared and I never saw him again, which was fine with me, but, I was left alone to face his angry clients. I ran the business for over a year. I was afraid of what would happen to me if I didn't. Things went well for a while, but slowly started to die down. I was quickly going bankrupt. People were after me for money and shipments all the time. I didn't have either to give them. That's when I hear about the Challenger expedition. I needed to get out of the country before I was killed and it gave me the perfect opportunity. I hoped that I would be able to find some sort of wealth on the journey. I need to pay people off so I can get on with the rest of my life."
Marguerite could say no more. Everyone was silent. Feeling vulnerable and embarrassed, she ran into her room and shut the door. Roxton stood up, grabbed his rifle, and left the tree house. He was having trouble dealing with what he just heard.
"I new Marguerite had secrets, but I can't believe what I just heard," said Ned.
"Yes, It's all quite unbelievable," agreed Challenger.
"And sad," said Veronica, "I feel sorry for Marguerite.
"It doesn't seem like Roxton's taking this well," Ned noted.
"Perhaps he just needs time to let it all set in," said Challenger.
"Maybe," said Ned.
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Roxton aimlessly traveled through the jungle for hours. He was thankful that no one followed him. The last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone right now. He replayed Marguerite's words in his head a thousand times. They were unbelievable. He felt an onslaught of emotions hit him - anger, sympathy, love, hate, betrayal, and jealousy. He was so confused. One moment he wanted to go to Marguerite and kiss her and tell her he understood and the next moment he didn't think he could ever look her in the eye again.
He didn't know what to do.
Then, suddenly, he remembered something his brother has said to him in his dream. "I must warn you, John, it won't be easy to begin a relationship with her. There are still many obstacles in your way. As long as you remain strong and, above all, understanding, you will succeed in winning her heart."
His brother told him to be understanding. He decided to try. At least now he knew why Marguerite had always been so distant and afraid to trust. She had been deeply hurt by someone she trusted in the past. He wondered if she would ever really be able to trust someone again. The more he thought about her story, the more he started to realize that she was a victim. She certainly hadn't asked for such awful things to happen to her. He decided to go talk to her.
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Marguerite regretted telling her story. She hated the way she felt right now. She decided that she couldn't stay at the tree house any longer. She would never again be able to face her friends, that is, if they still considered her a friend. She had done awful things. She began to pack her bags. She didn't know where she was going, but anyplace was better than where she was. Just then, she heard a knock on her door. She wondered who it was. She didn't think anyone would want to talk to her. She assumed they came to ask her to leave the tree house.
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Marguerite," said Veronica as she entered the room.
"Save your breath Veronica. I know you came to tell me to leave. I've already started to pack."
"What are you talking about? I don't want you to leave. Where do you think you're going to go?"
"It doesn't matter. I'll figure something out. I always do."
"Marguerite, I came to tell you how sorry I am about what happened. I don't think it's your fault at all. You trusted someone you shouldn't have, which caused you to make some bad decisions. You were backed into a corner."
Marguerite looked at her with a confused expression. "I don't know what to say."
"That's a first," said Veronica, smiling, "We don't think any less of you. If anything, we understand you better. We know where you've been coming from."
"What about Roxton? Does he understand?"
"I don't know. He left hours ago and hasn't come back yet. But, he loves you Marguerite. I'm sure he'll get past this."
"I'm not so sure."
"Don't think about it right now. Start to unpack. I'm not letting you leave. It's a jungle out there," said Veronica, letting out a small laugh, hoping to lessen the intensity of the day.
"Veronica, I really think it would be best right now for me to go."
"You're staying and that's final."
"Alright, alright! I'll stay"
"Good. Why don't you get some rest."
"I think I will. Thank you Veronica, for everything."
"Your welcome."
Veronica left the room. When Marguerite was sure the girl had walked a fair distance away, she packed up the rest of her things. She only told Veronica she was staying to pacify her. She couldn't stand the thought of facing her friends again. She wrote a note to the group telling them she would miss them. She wrote another note to Roxton and put it next to his bed. Then, while the others were helping Challenger clean his lab, Marguerite grabbed one of the rifles and slipped out.
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Roxton returned to the tree house just before nightfall. He was ready to work things out with Marguerite.
"Roxton, thank goodness you're alright," said Veronica, as Roxton walked into the house, "We were beginning to worry."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."
"Are you okay?" asked Veronica, knowing he had been deeply affected by Marguerite's story.
"I'm fine," he quickly said, and then after a moment of silence asked, "Where's Marguerite?"
"She's been in her room all day," answered Veronica.
"We haven't heard a word from her since this afternoon," added Malone.
"Is she alright?" asked Roxton
"I talked to her this afternoon and she was very upset, but I think I managed to calm her down," replied Veronica.
"I'm going to talk to her," Roxton announced and walked away. He reached her door and knocked.
"Marguerite, can I come in?" he asked. When there was no answer, he again knocked and said, "Marguerite, let me in." He began to worry and opened the door.
She wasn't there. Many of her belongings were gone. All that remained were a few large items and a note on her bed. He walked over and read the note, which said:
Dear Friends,
I'm sorry for the trouble that I have caused.
I never meant to cause any of you pain.
I hope you understand why I had to leave.
I don't deserve the friendship that you have
given me. I will miss all off you, but I know
that you are better off without me.
-Marguerite
"Veronica, Malone, Challenger!" Roxton called. They came rushing into Marguerite's room with confused expressions on their faces.
"What's the matter, Roxton?" asked Malone.
"She's gone. She packed her things and left," Roxton replied, showing them the note.
"This is not possible!" Challenger exclaimed, "We've been here all day. I didn't see her go."
"She must have snuck out while we were in the lab," suggested Malone.
"This is all my fault!" Veronica said, with a guilty expression on her face.
"What are you talking about?" asked Malone.
"When I went to talk to her, she told me that she was planning to leave. I tried to reason with her and talk her out of it. I thought that I had. I should have known better. Marguerite never gives in. I should have known that she was still planning to go."
"It's not your fault, Veronica," said Roxton, "It's mine. I should have never left this afternoon. I'm going after her."
"We're coming, too!" said Challenger.
"I'll get the guns," said Malone, "Where's the ammunition?"
"It's in my room," said Roxton, "I'll get it." He walked into his bedroom and grabbed the ammunition. He started to walk out, but something on his nightstand caught his eye. He walked over and picked it up. It was a note from Marguerite. He read it:
Dear Roxton,
I'm sorry for the pain my past has caused you.
You are the most wonderful man that I have
ever known. I wish things could have been
different between us. I love you with all of my
heart and I will never forget all that you have done
for me. I want you to promise that you won't
worry about me. Don't try to find me. It's better
for everyone that I'm gone. I'll be fine. I've
learned how to take care of myself. Perhaps
our paths will cross again someday, but until
then, just remember that I will always love
and respect you.
Love Always, Marguerite.
"Oh, Marguerite. You're the most bullheaded person I've ever known, but I love you, too," he said to himself after he read the letter. Then he stormed out of his room, more determined than ever to find the woman he loved.
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Marguerite had been walking through the jungle for hours. It was late in the night and the jungle had become frighteningly dark. She finally took refuge in a small cave. Thankfully, there were no other inhabitants.
She didn't know what she was going to do. She needed to find a permanent place to stay. She certainly couldn't live the rest of her life in a cave. The more Marguerite thought about her situation, the more she began to feel desperate and afraid. She was alone in this harsh world. She knew she didn't have the survival skills she would need.
Despair started to set in. Marguerite sat at the edge of the cave and stared out at the moon. She wondered what the others were doing at that very moment. Perhaps, she thought, they were celebrating her departure. Probably opening the last bottles of champagne and having a grand time. She looked down at her canteen and piece of fruit and started to cry.
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"Roxton, we need to turn back. It's far to dangerous for us to be out here in the dark," said Challenger. They had been searching for Marguerite for quite some time and were beginning to give up hope. Marguerite was a very resourceful woman and if she didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be.
"I'm not leaving her out here alone, Challenger," said Roxton.
"We're not going to be of any use to her if we're dead. It's not safe out here," Challenger argued.
"You can all go back if you want. I'm going to keep looking for her. We can meet back up in the morning," offered Roxton.
"No way. We stay together," Malone proclaimed.
"That's right," said Veronica, "But, Challenger's right. It's very dangerous out here right now. We have to be careful."
"Everyone keep your guard up. We'll be fine," said Roxton as he moved forward. No one was going to stop him from finding Marguerite.
They searched all night long and found nothing. Roxton was getting very worried. He blamed himself for Marguerite's leaving. He should have been more understanding. He shouldn't have stormed off. If any thing happened to her, he would never be able to live with himself. At least it was getting light out again. They would be able to search much more effectively during daylight hours. Maybe all was not lost.
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Marguerite had tucked herself in the back of the cave to sleep. She hoped no predators would find her there. She was disoriented when she first awoke. Then suddenly, the reality of her situation began to set in and she somberly gathered her things and left the cave.
She tried to think of places to go, of villages they had encountered in the past. There was always the Amazons' village. Maybe they would take her in. It wasn't her first choice, though. She certainly couldn't go to the Zenga Village. The others would find her there for sure. She hoped to come across some sort of village. Anything was better than the jungle.
The sound of voices interrupted Marguerite's thoughts. She hid behind some bushes and became very quiet.
"I'll look over here. You and Veronica go that way, Malone. Challenger, check over there by those rocks," said a familiar voice. How on earth had he caught up to her? They must have been traveling all night long, she thought to herself.
Suddenly she heard footsteps getting closer and closer. She crouched down lower behind the bushes, hoping the others wouldn't find her. She told him, in her note, not to come after her. Why couldn't Roxton ever do what she told him to?
"Marguerite!!!" she heard Roxton's voice yell out. "Marguerite!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She backed up even more, stepping on a stick and snapping it in the process. Roxton quickly turned around and pointed his rifle in that direction. Marguerite knew that was the end - she was caught. As Roxton walked toward the bush, she decided to give in and stood up to face him.
"I'm here," she said in a soft voice, almost at the verge of tears.
When he saw her, Roxton's face showed an immediate expression of pure happiness and relief. "You had me worried."
"You know I can take care of myself."
"I do, but that's no reason to tempt fate, Marguerite."
She was silent for a moment and then said, "I'm not going back with you, John."
He walked towards her until they were standing face to face. He looked her squarely in the eyes and said, "You're coming back with me whether you want to or not. I'll drag you if I have to."
"What! Don't tell me---" He silenced her with his hand over her mouth, causing her body to stiffen. She looked at him with evil eyes.
"You're very beautiful when you're angry." He whispered. Roxton could wait no longer. He moved his hands to the sides of her face, lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her passionately. Her entire body relaxed and she lifted her arms around him. For the first time in her life she felt completely safe and secure - like nothing could ever touch her. It was very ironic, she thought. There she was, standing in one of the deadliest places on earth, feeling safe. Lord John Roxton made her feel that way and she loved him for it.
"Roxton, there's no sign of her over there. Maybe we should start looking in another---" Malone quickly shut up when he saw Roxton and Marguerite in each other's arms.
Roxton and Marguerite backed away from each other slightly and faced the others.
"Looks like you had more luck than the rest of us," said Challenger as he walked up behind Malone.
"Marguerite, what were you thinking, going off into the jungle by yourself?" asked Veronica. "We were so worried!"
"I'm sorry, Veronica. I'm sorry to all of you. I didn't mean to worry you."
"It's over know," Roxton interrupted and looked at her kindly, "Let's just get back to the tree house. We can all talk later."
"Yeah, We're glad you're alright, Marguerite," said Malone.
"Thanks." she replied.
They walked back, all feeling relieved. When they returned to the tree house, Roxton and Marguerite went out on the balcony to talk and everyone else went straight to bed. The nightlong search had thoroughly worn them out.
"Are you angry with me?" asked Marguerite.
"No, I'm not angry. Just don't pull a stunt like that again. You may not be so lucky next time. The jungle is a very deadly place."
"I'm sorry." She became very quiet. He noticed that she was deep in thought, but decided not to pry. Then, suddenly, she said, "Roxton, are you upset about my past?"
"I was at first. It was very shocking to me, Marguerite. But now, I understand. I don't have any right to judge you for you've done. I haven't been perfect, either."
"That part of my life is over now. I want you to know that. I was in a very bad place then, but I'm alright now."
"Marguerite," he said and then, after a moment's pause, continued, "I'm very sorry about the baby."
"It was a long time ago. I'm okay," she quietly said. He saw the look of sadness in her eyes, pulled her closer to him, and wrapped his arms around her. She returned his embrace and tears gently fell from her eyes.
"Shhh... It's all right. It's okay," he said to comfort her. They stood there quietly for a few moments in each other's arms. When the tears stopped, Marguerite turned and looked directly into Roxton's eyes.
"You always know how to make me feel better," she said.
"I'll always be here for you," he answered.
"I love you, John."
I love you, too"
She smiled and let out a small sigh. She could hardly believe the events of the last week. She went from feeling completely alone in the world to feeling more loved than she ever thought she could. She wrapped her arms around Roxton's neck and pulled herself towards him for a kiss.
The intensity of the moment started to grow and the kiss became increasingly passionate. They broke apart for a moment and looked into each other's eyes, each knowing what the other was thinking.
Marguerite started to walk away, towards her room. Roxton was confused at first, but then she turned and looked at him with inviting eyes. He smirked and followed her into the tree house. At her doorway, Marguerite stopped and waited for him to reach her. When he did, they kissed and Roxton picked her up into his arms and carried her to the bed.
He gently set her down and positioned himself beside her. He caressed her body with his strong hands, making her feel more secure than she ever had before. They whispered words of love into each other's ears throughout the night. They were finally together.
Roxton and Marguerite finally gave their hearts the chance to guide them.
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The next morning, Challenger, Malone, and Veronica awoke fairly early. They sat at the table eating breakfast and spoke about all the events that had transpired throughout the week.
"I'm so happy for Roxton and Marguerite. They overcame a lot of obstacles to be together," said Veronica.
"They certainly did, their egos being the biggest obstacle of all," added Challenger, with a laugh.
"Do you think we should wake them for breakfast?" asked Malone.
"No, I think they probably want to be left alone, Ned" answered Veronica.
"You're probably right," Ned agreed.
"At least it will be much quieter around her," noted Challenger.
"What do you mean?" asked Malone.
"Well, without Marguerite and Roxton's bickering there won't be as much noise," Challenger answered.
"What makes you think they won't be arguing, Challenger," said Veronica.
"Yeah, those too have tempers the size of Texas. I don't think we've heard the last of them," said Ned with a smile.
They all laughed at this discussion. They were so happy for their friends. They believed Roxton and Marguerite truly deserved the happiness that they had found.