Title: It all started with a sock
Authors: Arscapi and Treece
Disclaimer: The Lost World characters belong to.well, they don't belong to us. We're only having some fun and making absolutely no money. Suing us would be pointless since we're poor students. All you'd get are some old text books.
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of swearing and violence later on.
Spoilers: Lets see...minor ones for Tribute and Prodigal Father but they're really tiny ones. So nothing serious.
Author's Notes: This is a collaboration between Arscapi and I. Thanks to everybody who reviewed my first story. You're all so wonderful and made posting this one a million times easier.
Author's Notes 2: Arscapi here. Just wanted to put my two cents in. We wrote this mostly because we miss Ned and want him to come back soon. Our muses decided if they won't give us Ned they'd create a story for him. Oh! Some important facts * stands for emphasis and words in are thoughts. Happy Reading!
Set sometime in season 3 after "True Spirit" but before "Hollow Victory".
Ned sat back against the tree, making himself comfortable. Balancing his journal on his leg, he gazed out across the small clearing. After a few moments of reflection, he picked up his pencil. As the pencil touched the paper, something fell over him, covering his sight.
"Hey!" he yelled, pulling the shirt off of the top of his head.
Marguerite stood on the bank of the river with the laundry basket balanced on her hip. "Stop daydreaming Malone and help me with this laundry," she ordered impatiently. "I'm not waiting until Veronica and the others get back in a few days to have clean clothes."
"I wasn't daydreaming," Ned protested as he climbed to his feet. "I was writing in my journal."
"Let me guess... 'The Plateau is a jungle paradise, full of strange and exotic wonders but completely lacking in anything worthwhile like chocolate or decent laundry facilities. However, in spite of all its beauty, there are dangers and hazards that must be faced, such as raptors, cannibals, and Lord John Roxton's socks'." To illustrate her point, she plucked the socks up from the basket and held them at arm's length.
Ned laughed at the image she was painting. "C'mon Marguerite, there's no need to be melodramatic," he said as he gathered up the shirt and journal. He slung his rifle over his shoulder as he stepped out of the shade. "Besides, Roxton, Challenger, and Veronica won't be back from their trip to the Zanga village for three days. It's not like we have to rush." He flashed her a boyish grin. "It's a gorgeous day and we've been busy lately. Why don't you sit down and enjoy the sunshine? We can let the laundry wait for a little while."
Marguerite hesitated for a moment, and Ned was sure he had her. Then she looked at the socks in her hand. Balling them up in a loose wad, she threw them to him. "If you really believe that, then *you* can wash those."
He caught them with his free hand and sniffed at them experimentally. His eyes widened in shock and he thrust the socks away. "Oh, that's horrible! What on earth happened to these?!"
"Remember that hike that Challenger and Roxton went on a few days ago? Apparently that smell is the result of the sap that they both managed to get on nearly every article of clothing they were wearing." Marguerite looked at the basket with disgust. "I refuse to allow my clothes to become contaminated by that repulsive smell."
Ned nodded in agreement, making sure to keep the socks as far away from him as possible. "Today is most definitely laundry day."
As he approached her, three painted warriors rushed out of the surrounding jungle. Before either person could react, two of the men had thrown Ned to the ground.
"Ned!" Marguerite screamed as she watched him fall. Before she could do anything to help him, the third grabbed her from behind. With a shriek, she began thrashing and fighting as best she could. Landing a lucky kick, Marguerite was abruptly released and she sprinted towards Ned. As she pulled her pistol from its holster, a fourth warrior sprinted out from the jungle and clumsily tackled her. She hit her head as she landed, knocked unconscious by the force of the fall.
Ned had fought his way to his feet, sending one of his attackers reeling as Marguerite fell. "Marguerite!" he managed to call out before the second warrior struck him on the back of his head, knocking him out cold.
The warriors paused for a moment to catch their collective breath and examine their fallen captives. The leader of the group limped over to Marguerite's still form, rubbing the spot where she had kicked him. He looked down at the warrior who was sitting next to her.
"Nessos will be angry that she is hurt," Kiro motioning at his captive. He wrung his hands worriedly before checking the growing bump on her head.
Darrus put a steadying hand on the young man's shoulder. "Nessos will understand." He looked at Marguerite and Ned then frowned thoughtfully. If Nessos doesn't like what has happened, then maybe he should do this himself.
Kneeling down, Darrus carefully picked Marguerite up and slung her over his shoulder. "Help the others with the man. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can be home."
Kiro nodded in understanding and moved off to help.
To Be Continued.
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Authors: Arscapi and Treece
Disclaimer: The Lost World characters belong to.well, they don't belong to us. We're only having some fun and making absolutely no money. Suing us would be pointless since we're poor students. All you'd get are some old text books.
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of swearing and violence later on.
Spoilers: Lets see...minor ones for Tribute and Prodigal Father but they're really tiny ones. So nothing serious.
Author's Notes: This is a collaboration between Arscapi and I. Thanks to everybody who reviewed my first story. You're all so wonderful and made posting this one a million times easier.
Author's Notes 2: Arscapi here. Just wanted to put my two cents in. We wrote this mostly because we miss Ned and want him to come back soon. Our muses decided if they won't give us Ned they'd create a story for him. Oh! Some important facts * stands for emphasis and words in are thoughts. Happy Reading!
Set sometime in season 3 after "True Spirit" but before "Hollow Victory".
Ned sat back against the tree, making himself comfortable. Balancing his journal on his leg, he gazed out across the small clearing. After a few moments of reflection, he picked up his pencil. As the pencil touched the paper, something fell over him, covering his sight.
"Hey!" he yelled, pulling the shirt off of the top of his head.
Marguerite stood on the bank of the river with the laundry basket balanced on her hip. "Stop daydreaming Malone and help me with this laundry," she ordered impatiently. "I'm not waiting until Veronica and the others get back in a few days to have clean clothes."
"I wasn't daydreaming," Ned protested as he climbed to his feet. "I was writing in my journal."
"Let me guess... 'The Plateau is a jungle paradise, full of strange and exotic wonders but completely lacking in anything worthwhile like chocolate or decent laundry facilities. However, in spite of all its beauty, there are dangers and hazards that must be faced, such as raptors, cannibals, and Lord John Roxton's socks'." To illustrate her point, she plucked the socks up from the basket and held them at arm's length.
Ned laughed at the image she was painting. "C'mon Marguerite, there's no need to be melodramatic," he said as he gathered up the shirt and journal. He slung his rifle over his shoulder as he stepped out of the shade. "Besides, Roxton, Challenger, and Veronica won't be back from their trip to the Zanga village for three days. It's not like we have to rush." He flashed her a boyish grin. "It's a gorgeous day and we've been busy lately. Why don't you sit down and enjoy the sunshine? We can let the laundry wait for a little while."
Marguerite hesitated for a moment, and Ned was sure he had her. Then she looked at the socks in her hand. Balling them up in a loose wad, she threw them to him. "If you really believe that, then *you* can wash those."
He caught them with his free hand and sniffed at them experimentally. His eyes widened in shock and he thrust the socks away. "Oh, that's horrible! What on earth happened to these?!"
"Remember that hike that Challenger and Roxton went on a few days ago? Apparently that smell is the result of the sap that they both managed to get on nearly every article of clothing they were wearing." Marguerite looked at the basket with disgust. "I refuse to allow my clothes to become contaminated by that repulsive smell."
Ned nodded in agreement, making sure to keep the socks as far away from him as possible. "Today is most definitely laundry day."
As he approached her, three painted warriors rushed out of the surrounding jungle. Before either person could react, two of the men had thrown Ned to the ground.
"Ned!" Marguerite screamed as she watched him fall. Before she could do anything to help him, the third grabbed her from behind. With a shriek, she began thrashing and fighting as best she could. Landing a lucky kick, Marguerite was abruptly released and she sprinted towards Ned. As she pulled her pistol from its holster, a fourth warrior sprinted out from the jungle and clumsily tackled her. She hit her head as she landed, knocked unconscious by the force of the fall.
Ned had fought his way to his feet, sending one of his attackers reeling as Marguerite fell. "Marguerite!" he managed to call out before the second warrior struck him on the back of his head, knocking him out cold.
The warriors paused for a moment to catch their collective breath and examine their fallen captives. The leader of the group limped over to Marguerite's still form, rubbing the spot where she had kicked him. He looked down at the warrior who was sitting next to her.
"Nessos will be angry that she is hurt," Kiro motioning at his captive. He wrung his hands worriedly before checking the growing bump on her head.
Darrus put a steadying hand on the young man's shoulder. "Nessos will understand." He looked at Marguerite and Ned then frowned thoughtfully. If Nessos doesn't like what has happened, then maybe he should do this himself.
Kneeling down, Darrus carefully picked Marguerite up and slung her over his shoulder. "Help the others with the man. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can be home."
Kiro nodded in understanding and moved off to help.
To Be Continued.
Well do you like it, not like it. Review and comments will speed up posting of new chapters.