Can I just say that I am seriously un-original? I was going through my LW fics, and I noticed how alike they all are. I mean, how many times am I going to have Marguerite hurt her ankle? lol, does that annoy anyone else... or am I just being over-critical again?
But, wow, I'm glad you all like the story so far. Thanks for all the kind reviews. Sorry for taking your idea Veggie5. I hate it when I do that :p. And if you guys aren't more careful with your praises, I'll soon become hard to live with. lol ;)
Jaclyn:- Yay! *hugs* I've missed your reviews, girl. I hope you feel better soon.
Yup, so anyway, here is the next chapter. Surprisingly, it didn't take very long for me to write. This fic is practically writing itself, which is very nice. Sooo... you read this, and I'll see you at the bottom.
=^..^=
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"You know Roxton, you have got to stop bringing home strays." Marguerite quipped.
"Very funny Marguerite. How is she doing?" Roxton asked.
He had brought the girl home about an hour ago, and was back to check up on her. She was still unconscious.
"She's in pretty bad shape." Marguerite sighed. "She's got a broken rib, and numerous bruises. Not to mention that nasty bump on her head."
"A broken rib?" Roxton echoed. "I didn't think the fall had been that bad."
"It wasn't." Challenger agreed. "Finn walked away with hardly a scratch."
The three explorers were standing around the bed the girl occupied. Finn had dragged Veronica out hunting, and Malone was off writing in his journal somewhere.
"Shouldn't she be awake by now?" Roxton wondered.
"Looks like she was on the verge of exhaustion when we caught up to her." Challenger replied. "There's no telling how long she'll be unconscious."
~*~*~*~*~
Marguerite regarded the young girl. Her dark brown, almost black curls framed her pale face as she slept. Marguerite frowned. The girl was much too pale. She looked pretty underweight too, meaning she probably hadn't been eating very well. She looked so small, and vulnerable just laying there. And there was a strange familiarity around her, almost like Marguerite knew her somehow.
"Marguerite?" Roxton spoke, startling her out of her thoughts.
Marguerite turned to look at him.
"Are you all right?" He looked concerned.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Marguerite asked, slightly defensive.
She took one last look at the girl before moving to the door.
"I'll be in my room if anyone needs me."
~*~*~*~*~
It was pure chance that Veronica happened to be in the room when the girl finally woke up, two days later. The jungle beauty had just walked in the door of the spare room when the young brunette's eyes were fluttering open. She groaned softly, her hand pressed against her temple in an attempt in an attempt to dull the pain.
"Challenger, She's awake." Veronica called.
The girl winced.
"Do you have to be so loud?" She muttered.
Veronica approached the girl's bed, concern for the small stranger painted across her face.
"How are you feeling?" The blonde asked.
The girl regarded Veronica, as if seeing her for the first time. Her grey eyes got very wide as she glanced around frantically.
"Where the hell am I?" She panicked.
"It's all right, you're safe." Veronica was quick to assure her.
"Ah, so you're finally awake." Challenger smiled as he entered the room. "How are you feeling?"
The girl regarded him.
"You.. I saw you in the jungle." She realized.
"Ah, your memory in intact. Good."
~*~*~*~*~
Nicole studied the man before her. There was something she was forgetting. Something important. Her stomach tightened of it's own free will. Something it had taken to doing just before something really bad happened. Nicole really didn't like this.
"Challenger!"
The angry voice echoed through the room, and Nicole could have cried. A few seconds later, her mother stormed into the room screaming about some piece of clothing the man had ruined.. or something like that. Nicole wasn't really listening.
~*~*~*~*~
"Marguerite, please." Challenger tried to reason with her. "It was an accident."
"Accident my foot." Marguerite raged. "How did the only good blouse I have left end up in your rag pile?!" Her voice was shrill, making Challenger wince. "And what the hell did you do to it?!"
"Marguerite!" Veronica exclaimed, trying to capture the older woman's attention. "You're not making a very good first impression."
Marguerite blinked, noticing for the first time that the young girl was wide awake. Not to mention regarding her with obvious terror. The heiress sighed.
"Marguerite Krux, meet..." Veronica paused, realizing that they still didn't know the girl's name. "Sorry, what did you say your name was?" Veronica asked, slightly embarrassed.
"I know who she is." Venom dripped from the girl's voice.
"You do?" Veronica looked startled.
"Have we met?" Marguerite asked, just as confused.
"You're not taking me back." The girl insisted. "I'll kill you first! You aren't touching me!"
The three explorers were taken aback.
"Perhaps your memory isn't as intact as we'd hoped." Challenger suggested, moving towards the young girl.
Before anyone could react, she had leapt out of bed and was moving towards Marguerite with another of her knives. She was amazingly fast.
"Whoa!" Veronica exclaimed, grabbing her arm and snatching the knife. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Why do we keep bringing crazy people up here?!" Marguerite demanded, obviously shaken.
"Are you all right?" Challenger asked.
A glare was the only reply he got.
"I'm not going back!" The girl shouted. "Let me go!"
Veronica struggled to keep her under control, although she was obviously having some difficulty. Eventually though, she stopped struggling and Veronica let her go.
"Are you going to behave now?" Marguerite demanded, quite annoyed with the strange child who was glaring at her.
"Now, how do you know Marguerite?" Challenger asked.
The girl glanced at the scientist before turning her attention back to Marguerite.
"She's my mother."
~*~*~*~*~
"She's your WHAT!" Veronica exclaimed, completely shocked. That had been the last thing she'd expected to come out of the girl's mouth.
"That's ridiculous." Marguerite insisted. "I don't have any children."
"Are you sure?" Veronica asked, her eyes still a little wide.
"I think I'd know." Marguerite snapped.
"Please!" The girl exclaimed. "Don't act like you don't know me. Don't act like you didn't follow me here to take me back."
"What in God's name are you talking about?!" Marguerite demanded loudly. "You must have hit your head harder than we thought."
"Ladies, please." Challenger interrupted. "Let's start at the beginning." He regarded the girl. "Now, what is your name?"
"Nicole." She replied, not taking her eyes off of Marguerite. "Nicole Elizabeth Roxton."
Marguerite made incoherent noises at the girl's name. It just wasn't possible.
"She's not my daughter!" The heiress insisted.
"Hold on a minute Marguerite." Challenger shushed her. He turned his attention back to their young guest. "All right, Nicole, this is very important."
Nicole turned from Marguerite to regard Challenger, giving him her full attention.
"Where were you born?" He asked.
"London, England."
"And what year?"
"1984."
Challenger's eyes got very wide.
"What?" Nicole asked, worried that she had done something wrong. Things never went well when she did something wrong.
"It's only 1922." Veronica told her softly.
Marguerite sighed in relief.
"I told you she wasn't mine." The heiress muttered.
"She must be from another timeline... another reality." Challenger said, obviously excited. "This really is amazing."
Nicole eyed Marguerite warily.
"So, she isn't my mother?" She asked.
"Of course not!" Marguerite snapped at her.
Nicole's eyes hardened.
"You sure act like her." She insisted.
"Roxton isn't going to believe this." Veronica chuckled.
"Roxton?" Nicole asked, alarmed. "John Roxton?"
"The one and only." Marguerite replied.
"Maybe not, Marguerite." Challenger countered. "It stands to reason that there would be an alternate Roxton as well. The girl's father, I'm sure."
"He.. he can't find me." The alarm in Nicole's voice had dissolved into terror. "I ran away... he.. he'll kill me. I can't let him find me!"
~*~*~*~*~
Nicole shivered, picturing what her father would do when he found her. As nice as these people seemed, she couldn't stay with them if there was the chance he might find her. Without any warning, she was up and out of the room before they could stop her. The stranger's cries of alarm followed her as she ran up the couple steps. However, she wasn't looking where she was going and ran right into someone. Nicole crashed into the floor, pain exploding in her rear.
"What's the hurry?"
Nicole's heart almost stopped at his voice. She glanced up at the man towering over her, and screamed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
If this were a movie, this is where those creepy, annoying violins would be playing. You know, that 'something-evil-is-happening' scary background music.. lol, I'm not making any sense, am I? Oh well, what else is new?
I hope I got the year (1922) right. I'm pretty sure that's the year it is in season three... If I'm wrong, which is very possible, just let me know and I'll change it. Also, don't forget to check out my other fic, Forgotten Angels. (I'm not above a little shameless advertising). But, if you like this one, then you'll probably like FA too. Anywho... review, and I'll see you next chapter.
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~
But, wow, I'm glad you all like the story so far. Thanks for all the kind reviews. Sorry for taking your idea Veggie5. I hate it when I do that :p. And if you guys aren't more careful with your praises, I'll soon become hard to live with. lol ;)
Jaclyn:- Yay! *hugs* I've missed your reviews, girl. I hope you feel better soon.
Yup, so anyway, here is the next chapter. Surprisingly, it didn't take very long for me to write. This fic is practically writing itself, which is very nice. Sooo... you read this, and I'll see you at the bottom.
=^..^=
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"You know Roxton, you have got to stop bringing home strays." Marguerite quipped.
"Very funny Marguerite. How is she doing?" Roxton asked.
He had brought the girl home about an hour ago, and was back to check up on her. She was still unconscious.
"She's in pretty bad shape." Marguerite sighed. "She's got a broken rib, and numerous bruises. Not to mention that nasty bump on her head."
"A broken rib?" Roxton echoed. "I didn't think the fall had been that bad."
"It wasn't." Challenger agreed. "Finn walked away with hardly a scratch."
The three explorers were standing around the bed the girl occupied. Finn had dragged Veronica out hunting, and Malone was off writing in his journal somewhere.
"Shouldn't she be awake by now?" Roxton wondered.
"Looks like she was on the verge of exhaustion when we caught up to her." Challenger replied. "There's no telling how long she'll be unconscious."
~*~*~*~*~
Marguerite regarded the young girl. Her dark brown, almost black curls framed her pale face as she slept. Marguerite frowned. The girl was much too pale. She looked pretty underweight too, meaning she probably hadn't been eating very well. She looked so small, and vulnerable just laying there. And there was a strange familiarity around her, almost like Marguerite knew her somehow.
"Marguerite?" Roxton spoke, startling her out of her thoughts.
Marguerite turned to look at him.
"Are you all right?" He looked concerned.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Marguerite asked, slightly defensive.
She took one last look at the girl before moving to the door.
"I'll be in my room if anyone needs me."
~*~*~*~*~
It was pure chance that Veronica happened to be in the room when the girl finally woke up, two days later. The jungle beauty had just walked in the door of the spare room when the young brunette's eyes were fluttering open. She groaned softly, her hand pressed against her temple in an attempt in an attempt to dull the pain.
"Challenger, She's awake." Veronica called.
The girl winced.
"Do you have to be so loud?" She muttered.
Veronica approached the girl's bed, concern for the small stranger painted across her face.
"How are you feeling?" The blonde asked.
The girl regarded Veronica, as if seeing her for the first time. Her grey eyes got very wide as she glanced around frantically.
"Where the hell am I?" She panicked.
"It's all right, you're safe." Veronica was quick to assure her.
"Ah, so you're finally awake." Challenger smiled as he entered the room. "How are you feeling?"
The girl regarded him.
"You.. I saw you in the jungle." She realized.
"Ah, your memory in intact. Good."
~*~*~*~*~
Nicole studied the man before her. There was something she was forgetting. Something important. Her stomach tightened of it's own free will. Something it had taken to doing just before something really bad happened. Nicole really didn't like this.
"Challenger!"
The angry voice echoed through the room, and Nicole could have cried. A few seconds later, her mother stormed into the room screaming about some piece of clothing the man had ruined.. or something like that. Nicole wasn't really listening.
~*~*~*~*~
"Marguerite, please." Challenger tried to reason with her. "It was an accident."
"Accident my foot." Marguerite raged. "How did the only good blouse I have left end up in your rag pile?!" Her voice was shrill, making Challenger wince. "And what the hell did you do to it?!"
"Marguerite!" Veronica exclaimed, trying to capture the older woman's attention. "You're not making a very good first impression."
Marguerite blinked, noticing for the first time that the young girl was wide awake. Not to mention regarding her with obvious terror. The heiress sighed.
"Marguerite Krux, meet..." Veronica paused, realizing that they still didn't know the girl's name. "Sorry, what did you say your name was?" Veronica asked, slightly embarrassed.
"I know who she is." Venom dripped from the girl's voice.
"You do?" Veronica looked startled.
"Have we met?" Marguerite asked, just as confused.
"You're not taking me back." The girl insisted. "I'll kill you first! You aren't touching me!"
The three explorers were taken aback.
"Perhaps your memory isn't as intact as we'd hoped." Challenger suggested, moving towards the young girl.
Before anyone could react, she had leapt out of bed and was moving towards Marguerite with another of her knives. She was amazingly fast.
"Whoa!" Veronica exclaimed, grabbing her arm and snatching the knife. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Why do we keep bringing crazy people up here?!" Marguerite demanded, obviously shaken.
"Are you all right?" Challenger asked.
A glare was the only reply he got.
"I'm not going back!" The girl shouted. "Let me go!"
Veronica struggled to keep her under control, although she was obviously having some difficulty. Eventually though, she stopped struggling and Veronica let her go.
"Are you going to behave now?" Marguerite demanded, quite annoyed with the strange child who was glaring at her.
"Now, how do you know Marguerite?" Challenger asked.
The girl glanced at the scientist before turning her attention back to Marguerite.
"She's my mother."
~*~*~*~*~
"She's your WHAT!" Veronica exclaimed, completely shocked. That had been the last thing she'd expected to come out of the girl's mouth.
"That's ridiculous." Marguerite insisted. "I don't have any children."
"Are you sure?" Veronica asked, her eyes still a little wide.
"I think I'd know." Marguerite snapped.
"Please!" The girl exclaimed. "Don't act like you don't know me. Don't act like you didn't follow me here to take me back."
"What in God's name are you talking about?!" Marguerite demanded loudly. "You must have hit your head harder than we thought."
"Ladies, please." Challenger interrupted. "Let's start at the beginning." He regarded the girl. "Now, what is your name?"
"Nicole." She replied, not taking her eyes off of Marguerite. "Nicole Elizabeth Roxton."
Marguerite made incoherent noises at the girl's name. It just wasn't possible.
"She's not my daughter!" The heiress insisted.
"Hold on a minute Marguerite." Challenger shushed her. He turned his attention back to their young guest. "All right, Nicole, this is very important."
Nicole turned from Marguerite to regard Challenger, giving him her full attention.
"Where were you born?" He asked.
"London, England."
"And what year?"
"1984."
Challenger's eyes got very wide.
"What?" Nicole asked, worried that she had done something wrong. Things never went well when she did something wrong.
"It's only 1922." Veronica told her softly.
Marguerite sighed in relief.
"I told you she wasn't mine." The heiress muttered.
"She must be from another timeline... another reality." Challenger said, obviously excited. "This really is amazing."
Nicole eyed Marguerite warily.
"So, she isn't my mother?" She asked.
"Of course not!" Marguerite snapped at her.
Nicole's eyes hardened.
"You sure act like her." She insisted.
"Roxton isn't going to believe this." Veronica chuckled.
"Roxton?" Nicole asked, alarmed. "John Roxton?"
"The one and only." Marguerite replied.
"Maybe not, Marguerite." Challenger countered. "It stands to reason that there would be an alternate Roxton as well. The girl's father, I'm sure."
"He.. he can't find me." The alarm in Nicole's voice had dissolved into terror. "I ran away... he.. he'll kill me. I can't let him find me!"
~*~*~*~*~
Nicole shivered, picturing what her father would do when he found her. As nice as these people seemed, she couldn't stay with them if there was the chance he might find her. Without any warning, she was up and out of the room before they could stop her. The stranger's cries of alarm followed her as she ran up the couple steps. However, she wasn't looking where she was going and ran right into someone. Nicole crashed into the floor, pain exploding in her rear.
"What's the hurry?"
Nicole's heart almost stopped at his voice. She glanced up at the man towering over her, and screamed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
If this were a movie, this is where those creepy, annoying violins would be playing. You know, that 'something-evil-is-happening' scary background music.. lol, I'm not making any sense, am I? Oh well, what else is new?
I hope I got the year (1922) right. I'm pretty sure that's the year it is in season three... If I'm wrong, which is very possible, just let me know and I'll change it. Also, don't forget to check out my other fic, Forgotten Angels. (I'm not above a little shameless advertising). But, if you like this one, then you'll probably like FA too. Anywho... review, and I'll see you next chapter.
Dai stiho
~CrimsonCat~