Title: Mayhem Mountain

Author: Brandy Leigh

Disclaimer: John Roxton, Marguerite Krux, Veronica Layton, Ned Malone and George Challenger don't belong to me, they belong to Telescene and Coote/Hayes. I'm not making any money off of this, so don't sue me!

Feedback: DUH! Gimme! brandyb@exis.net

Archive: I guarantee you I'll say yes, just ask me first so I can visit!

Keywords: M/R, adventure

Rating: PG-13 (because I refuse to rate it any lower!)

Spoilers: None so far!

Summary: As Marguerite and Roxton explore the boundaries of their relationship, the residents of the treehouse embark on their greatest adventure yet.

Authors notes: I've been writing X-Files fanfiction for the past four years, but this is my first Lost World fanfic. I just recently became a huge fan of the show, and I knew I just had to write something or I was going to burst. I plan on posting all of my new X-Files fanfiction (because I'm not usually prone to sharing any of my fanfiction) as well of all of my Lost World fanfiction, so please read, review, and be kind! Love yaz!





Mayhem Mountain

by: Brandy Leigh



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Love was not an emotion that Lord John Roxton ever thought himself capable of. Every since the death of his brother, William, he had withdrawn himself into an inner blockade which kept him from letting his emotions flow forth. He was a very stubborn man who tended to keep to himself unless a challenge or chase was at hand, and he'd be damned if he'd ever let a woman run off with his heart. That is, until he met Marguerite Krux.

Marguerite was a complicated woman, one that any sane man would have given up on long ago. Not that she didn't have the appeal to turn heads, but her cold exterior was one factor that tended to push many people away. She had lived a harsh and cruel life that had forced her to defend herself in any way necessary to devoid herself of pain. However, Lord Roxton was slowly but surely breaking that barrier down.

Every since the two first met on the infamous plateau two years prior, there had been a connection between them. Albeit they tended to bicker more than any two people ever known to the rest of the Challenger expedition, it was obvious they cared deeply for one another. When they were alone together, apart from Malone, Challenger and Veronica, they tended to explore the above mentioned connection. Which, my friends, is where we find them on this moonlit evening.

On the balcony of the second floor of the treehouse, our favorite couple sat comfortably on the wooden bench that overlooked the plateau. While the plateau may be full of dinosaurs and headhunters and other creatures promising imminent death, it was still a beautiful spectacle to behold. As was the scene playing out between our beloved Roxton and Marguerite.

"You know Marguerite, I can never get enough of the time you and I spend alone together," Roxton said as he took a sip from his glass.

"Mmm," Marguerite replied, drinking from her own glass. "It's a shame we don't get a chance to do it more often."

"Yes, it is. There always seems to be a T-Rex or demon or some other monstrosity that ruins the moment."

"Isn't that the bloody truth!" She exclaimed, laughing somewhat at their situation.

Clearing his throat and shifting his weight slightly, Roxton nodded off in the direction of the jungle. Softly, he said, "Well, you know Marguerite, I don't hear any T-Rex's."

Marguerite grinned. "Neither do I. And I certainly don't think there are any demons around, either."

Nonchalantly, Roxton looked around the treehouse, which came off as a very cute gesture. "Do you think it would be safe to risk, oh I don't know, say a kiss?"

"Why Lord Roxton, are you suggesting that you and I should engage in such an intimate act?" Marguerite asked, feigning innocence.

Suggestively, Roxton replied, "My dear Marguerite, it wouldn't be the first time."

Marguerite just smiled up at the ruggedly handsome Lord Roxton as she waited for him to act on his proposal. She didn't have to wait long, for his lips soon descended upon her own. As the moonlight drifted down upon the pair, and the gentle summer breeze gently caressed their skin, their tongues danced an eternal lovers dance. Flames of desire that were, more often than not, stifled by fear and fragile hearts, were full ablaze. All of this love and passion flowed forth from one single kiss.

But, just as quickly as the kiss began, it ended. Roxton pulled back, looked down at his beautiful Marguerite and said...

"Would you stop snoring, already?"

"What?"

"You sound like a bloody bullhorn!"

Roxton's face dissolved, and the line between fantasy and reality blurred as Marguerite slowly woke up.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Marguerite asked sleepily.

"You heard me. You could wake the dead with that godawful noise!" Roxton exclaimed as he turned to walk back out of her room.

Marguerite growled and pitched her pillow at the back of the retreating Lord Roxton's head. "Take that, you bloody ape!"

"Just what in God's name was that for?" He asked as he picked up the offending item.

"For interrupting a good dream, thank you very much!"

Roxton was suddenly intrigued. "Oh, a good dream? Involving?"

"None of your business, mister. Now give me my pillow, I'm going back to sleep."

Roxton grinned wickedly, then shook his head. "Not so fast, malady. You threw it at me, remember? I'll give it back to you-"

Marguerite grabbed for the pillow, but Roxton jerked it back. "-but only if you'll tell me what your dream was about."

Marguerite scoffed. "Not on your life, Roxton. I'll use my shirt for a pillow if I have to. I'm not telling you a thing."

"Have it your way, Marguerite. Two can play this game," he said as he stood and tucked the pillow under his arm.

"Play what game? You have nothing to hide from me."

"Oh really? How would you know? There are many things about me you don't know, and most likely will never find out."

"I have my ways, Lord Roxton." Marguerite said, full of defiance.

Roxton gave her the sweetest smile he could muster and replied, "Oh but my dear, so do I."

And thus began the latest saga in the battle between Lord John Roxton and Marguerite Krux.

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End Part 1

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Authors notes: I totally intended for this to be a serious part, but my muse took over (as usual), and this is how it turned out. I'm telling you people, I don't write these stories. The stories already exist, I'm just the medium that helps put them on the screen! Anyway, I would enjoy your input. Let me know what you think, because feedback is the only way I can convince my muse to help continue this story.

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Possible questions answered in part 2:

Will Roxton discover what Marguerite was dreaming of?

What secrets could Roxton possibly be hiding... if any?

What in the bloody hell is Challenger trying to invent now?

You'll have to read to find out...