Title: The Kiss of Death
Rating: PG to PG-13
Disclaimer: If I owned them this would be a script for S4 lol . ;-)
Summary: Marguerite makes a grave error in judgment that catches up with
her.
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Authors Note: I expanded on the facts in this one a little bit for the sake of the story I had in mind.I don't want to give too much away until the end of the story but please don't berate me on my medical facts because I meant for them to be a bit off. And hey, anything can happen in the lost world right? ;-)
The Kiss of Death
Prologue
The warmer than normal temperatures plaguing the already balmy jungle had brought a number of new creatures lurking out from under whatever rocks or bushes they had been living beneath in search of a cooler climate. The inhabitants of the tree house were not spared from invasion and were constantly swatting away flying pests or crawling creatures. Challenger was exuberant about the opportunity to study new species (and refused to allow the other adventures to kill the wayward bugs that wandered into their paths) and was on constant search for new containers to capture specimens in for later examination. Much to her dismay even one of Marguerite's near empty bottles of precious shampoo was lost to the cause; something that Challenger was loudly berated for when she discovered that it was missing. The heat had everyone on edge as it was, and Marguerite's ranting quickly cleared the tree house as Roxton, Malone, and Veronica went along on a bug collecting expedition with Challenger; leaving Marguerite bored at home with no one to complain to about the injustice of having her favorite shampoo so carelessly poured down the drain. An evil smirk passed over the heiress's face as she paced angrily by Challenger's lab; if she couldn't salvage the contents at least she could recover the bottle.
" What could one little bug be so important for anyway?" She said to the empty room as if convincing herself that her upcoming actions would be justified.
Marching down the steps into the cluttered laboratory, Marguerite spied her expensive Parisian bottle housing an inch long bug that was creeping along the bottom; magnified by the green tinted glass. The fancy label that had once proudly stated the worth of its contents was crudely scraped off and had been replaced by a scrawled note from Challenger reading: "Triatomid (kissing) bug. Mutated form?".
" Oh, well." Marguerite said coyly, uncorking the top of the bottle and dumping the insect unceremoniously onto the ground. " Go home little bug. This belongs to me." As she turned her back the bug scampered out of sight under a blanket that was resting on one of the chairs in the room, forgotten by Marguerite who was hurriedly heading back to her room with her pilfered bottle before the others came back home.
Authors Note: I expanded on the facts in this one a little bit for the sake of the story I had in mind.I don't want to give too much away until the end of the story but please don't berate me on my medical facts because I meant for them to be a bit off. And hey, anything can happen in the lost world right? ;-)
The Kiss of Death
Prologue
The warmer than normal temperatures plaguing the already balmy jungle had brought a number of new creatures lurking out from under whatever rocks or bushes they had been living beneath in search of a cooler climate. The inhabitants of the tree house were not spared from invasion and were constantly swatting away flying pests or crawling creatures. Challenger was exuberant about the opportunity to study new species (and refused to allow the other adventures to kill the wayward bugs that wandered into their paths) and was on constant search for new containers to capture specimens in for later examination. Much to her dismay even one of Marguerite's near empty bottles of precious shampoo was lost to the cause; something that Challenger was loudly berated for when she discovered that it was missing. The heat had everyone on edge as it was, and Marguerite's ranting quickly cleared the tree house as Roxton, Malone, and Veronica went along on a bug collecting expedition with Challenger; leaving Marguerite bored at home with no one to complain to about the injustice of having her favorite shampoo so carelessly poured down the drain. An evil smirk passed over the heiress's face as she paced angrily by Challenger's lab; if she couldn't salvage the contents at least she could recover the bottle.
" What could one little bug be so important for anyway?" She said to the empty room as if convincing herself that her upcoming actions would be justified.
Marching down the steps into the cluttered laboratory, Marguerite spied her expensive Parisian bottle housing an inch long bug that was creeping along the bottom; magnified by the green tinted glass. The fancy label that had once proudly stated the worth of its contents was crudely scraped off and had been replaced by a scrawled note from Challenger reading: "Triatomid (kissing) bug. Mutated form?".
" Oh, well." Marguerite said coyly, uncorking the top of the bottle and dumping the insect unceremoniously onto the ground. " Go home little bug. This belongs to me." As she turned her back the bug scampered out of sight under a blanket that was resting on one of the chairs in the room, forgotten by Marguerite who was hurriedly heading back to her room with her pilfered bottle before the others came back home.
