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Disclaimer: I don't own Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World, or any of its story's or characters. So don't sue cause I never said I did and you'll lose.
Summary: Ok, first the title was suppose to be the Woman in the black heels and the FRIENDSHIP found but it wouldn't let me type it so, I changed it a little. Ok this is my first posted fic. So please review. ~ Marguerite runs off and into as always trouble. But his time trouble might give more than she could have ever dreamed she'd find in the lost world. You be the judge.
Arthur's Pre-notes: Ok first I appreciate all the reviews I loved them so dearly I stayed up and wrote chapter two!! So please keep reviewing it's motivating! So I wrote this to end you pain, thanks so much. Now enjoy Chapter II!
Marguerite woke up to a throbbing foot.
"AHH!" she cried out.
"I know," said Deanna brushing Marguerite's hair from her face. I had to set it and stitch it while you were asleep you were losing a lot of blood. I just finished."
"Thank you" said Marguerite not sure it she meant it or not.
"Your welcome. Are you hungry?"
"Yes but I think anything if eat I am going to throw up!" said Marguerite in her usual sarcastically enthused tone
"Yep really hungry, when was the last time you ate?" said Deanna moving the water bowl away from the bed and started washing her hands.
"Now, I suppose three days ago"
"Well that wasn't smart" Deanna remarked throwing the towel onto a chair.
"I didn't really plan for this to happen"
"What were you planning?" said Deanna pouring some water.
"Nothing, I really don't want to talk about it!"
"Ok Ok," said Deanna helping her drink her water.
Marguerite looked around her, "OH my!"
"What?" said Deanna looking around.
"Where are we?!"
"In my house" said Deanna raising an eyebrow at her tone.
"You built this?"
"Not alone but yes, "
"It's wonderful, do you live here alone?"
"Most of the time, there is a young man who an occasion stays here. He lives in a village over to the east. Where do you live?"
"Well London actually" she said sarcastically
Deanna raised a playful eyebrow. "Mh-hm"
"In a tree house, that I have the feeling is very far from here."
"Alone"
"All of these questions!"
"You asked me first!"
"Fine, no I live with the other members of my expedition-"
"Challenger's expedition?"
"Yes, how would you know that"?
"You mumbled a lot of things when you were ill"
"OH?" said Marguerite embarrassed and disturbed at anything else she may have said, "Well yes, and a girl, Veronica Laden who took us in, it's her home"
"Who came with you on the expedition?"
"Again so many questions?"
"Who's in whose house, now answers again!" Deanna teased.
"Professor George Challenger a visionary who believed in a prehistoric world,"
"Apparently he was right," she said sarcastically
"Quite," said Marguerite chuckling with the same tone " a journalist named Edward T. Malone," she let her breath go exasperated " A certain adventurer, named Lord John Roxton"
"Not your favorite person at the moment?"
"In so many ways" Marguerite hissed "and then a botanist, Professor Summerlee " she said with a peaceful sigh.
"Professor ARTHUR Summerlee!" said Deanna grabbing onto Marguerite's arm dropping the glass she had been holding letting it crash on the floor. "How is he?! Tell me! Please!"
Marguerite looked quite distressed, "I'm sorry"
Deanna's face fell. "Is he dead?"
"Not exactly, he is just not with us." And she explained the entire story; by the end Deanna had two tears running down her face.
"I'm sorry was he very dear to you?"
She turned away a minute, wiping her face. "He was my godfather but more of a real father, especially compared to my own. I am quite sorry I hadn't meant to become so emotional," she said in no particular tone.
"It's ok, I only knew him for a while but I was-" she thought a moment how to say this. "Very-upset when it happened"
Deanna put her hand on Marguerite's shoulder, Marguerite's hand being already on Deanna's arm.
"Excuse Me." said Deanna sniffled "You should rest, I will be just in the hall perchance you should need me, just call for me."
Back at the tree house . . .
It had almost been four days and Roxton was going crazy. It wouldn't stop raining; he couldn't go out and look for her. He couldn't do anything he didn't know anything. What was he going to do?!
"Roxton when was the last time you slept?" asked Veronica putting a plate of food in front of him which he pushed away. "Or ate anything!"
(Roxton gets up from the table, Veronica follows him)
"Just because she has gone missing doesn't mean you should stop living! God knows she wouldn't!"
"It doesn't matter! What can I do, nothing! You heard the scream-all of you! Think of everything she has done for us! And we can't do anything to even find her!"
"All she has done for us?!" said Veronica taken of guard
"Yes! What she has done! She stopped you Veronica from being scooped up by that giant, and you Ned she used her ability or rather her faith in herself to bring you back from the DEAD! She was watching over Challenger from the start! When that witch woman showed up! She has done just as much as anyone else!! And we can't even find out if she is-is!!"
He fell on his knees holding his head in his hands. Challenger trotted over and kneeled down.
"Steady man, she means a lot to all of us. Marguerite is a survivor she is ok! I just know it and we will find her."
"No matter how long it takes!" said Veronica leaning down.
"I know it Roxton," said Ned.
Roxton nodded and went to stand up and swayed, exhaustion taking over.
"Whoa!" said Veronica. "Catch him Ned"
"Are you kidding-Oh my god!"
"John –John?"
The next morning . . .
It was early in the morning and Marguerite awoke. She heard a knock at the door. And it opened.
"Oh gorgeous?" called the voice of a man.
One of Marguerite's eyebrows cocked up.
"Robert! Hush!" Deanna's hiss came form up the stairs
"What is there company?" they cheerful voice with an eminent English accent.
"You know what I've told you," she said coming down the stairs a serious tone in her voice.
"So no company?"
She slapped him,
"Ah company, Rightie oh"
Deanna walked into Marguerite's room, the man followed at her heels, until she slammed the door in his face.
"Oh" he said realizing, "I apologize in there?"
Marguerite smiled. Deanna handed her some clothes.
"That better not be a male guest in there," the man teased.
"OH" she groaned.
Marguerite laughed.
Deanna opened the door a crack and smacked him on the forehead and closed the door again.
She turned around to see Marguerite smirking at her.
"Say nothing" she said sounding frustrated walking past her.
"What's his name?"
"Robert Blake, madam" came the man's voice through the door.
Deanna threw a boot at it.
"Ow!"
"Hmf"
Marguerite dressed and Deanna helped her brush her hair out.
"Robert I introduce Ms Marguerite Krux" said Deanna opening the door and helping Marguerite out.
"A beautiful face with a beautiful name" he kissed her hand.
"Thank you" said Marguerite surprised at his civility.
"Although I can't say that either is rare at the moment"
"Oh aren't you the charmer," Deanna said sarcastically.
"Jealous?" he smiled
"You wish"
"Where are you fine ladies off to?" he asked throwing his hat onto a near by coat rack.
"The opera, what do you think?" Deanna smirked
"Oh well then" he said casually beginning to follow them out the door.
"Cute- you stay and watch the house"
"I'll cook to if you wish mother"
"Would you?" she said surprised and hopeful,
"Yes"
"Oh thank you" she sighed relieved
And they walked out.
"Wait a minute? Didn't he just call me mother?"
"Yes"-said Marguerite with great difficulty getting down the stairs.
"I owe him one when we get back!"
"Right" Marguerite said rolling her eyes.
In the living room of the tree house . . .
Fully dressed and packed Roxton sat impatiently looking outside.
Veronica came up from her room ruffling her hair.
"Ok she's up lets go!"
"Rox-ton" said Challenger
He gritted his teeth and sat back down.
On the other side of the plateau . . .
"So where are we going anyway?" asked Marguerite limping along and her crutch.
"You'll see"
"Fun" Marguerite retorted she never like to be surprised, especially by a someone she had recently met.
"I think you'll like it"
"Oh so you know me now?" Marguerite retorted.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," said Deanna civilly
Soon they arrived at a small clearing after going through thick underbrush. In the clearing were three medium sized pools of water. The surface of the rocks that rounded them was weathered and smooth. Off to the side a small creek or brook could be heard bubbling.
"Hot springs?!" said Marguerite getting excited.
"Yes ma'am"
She gasped surprised and delighted.
Deanna but her bag down on a larger rock.
"I brought bathing gowns for the sake of modesty."
"I wish I had brought one we I came to this place"
"You can have one of mine, I have many." Deanna said in a blunt tone.
"Thanks" said Marguerite surprised.
They dressed and began testing the warm water.
Marguerite knew not to get the wound to wet so she let Deanna sponge it over as she sat in the pool.
She winced as she could feel the water on her wounds. Her ankle was very swollen and most likely fractured.
They talked some and other times they sat in silence, this gave Marguerite's thoughts ability to go back to her friends.
'I wonder what they are doing now, I wonder it they have even noticed I was gone. Or cared. But suppose with our Argument Roxton wouldn't be to happy with her right now, perhaps angry enough to not look for her.' These thoughts made Marguerite's stomach sink.
'On the other hand' she thought sounding more like her old self 'they could be worried sick, with all the rain they couldn't possibly look for her and Roxton was probably having a fit. What a nice thought teach him to appreciate me more, teach all of them.' But at the same time she missed them all terribly.
Deanna sat on the edge of the pool letting her feet slip into the warm water. She also wore a long elegant English robe over her bathing dress that lay on the ground behind her. She had her braid twirled in to a bun at the base of her neck which she let fall, pulled off the band that bound the end of the long braid, and unwove her long tresses.
"You have very beautiful hair," said Marguerite smiling thoughtfully.
"Thank you, it is my only prize"
They chuckled a bit.
"So Marguerite how are you feeling?"
"Very well considering,"
"That's good, I think Robert should look at your foot when we get back."
"Is he doctor?" Marguerite asked
"The closet we have, he was training to be one part of his must know all disposition"
"I can understand that," said Marguerite thinking of Challenger and his endless quest for knowledge that would probably get them all killed eventually. She stared off into space, a small content smile creeping across her features.
Deanna sighed, " Do you miss them very much?"
"Pardon? -Oh yes I miss them" she smiled looking down knowing what she had meant.
"As soon as you are well enough I can go and find a horse and will help take you home."
Marguerite just looked at her, gratitude showing without words. It was hard for her to think how quickly they had formed a friendship.
Deanna felt the same way and was hesitant to give her new friend the push she needed to get to where she was suppose to be.
"Why were you –out in the jungle alone?" Deanna asked changing the topic of her thoughts to Marguerite's coming instead of her leaving.
"What?"
"I mean if your friends are anything like they sound I don't think they would let you go wondering off by yourself."
"No you are right, that is a forbidden act for as long as you live in the tree house." She sighed, "the lord and I had an argument I left or ran, then found myself walking into a dinosaur nest fell into a cave or shaft of some sort, landed in the clearing, was attacked by ape men and then the raptors and I believe you know more about me what happened next."
Deanna chuckled.
"What did you do to those raptors anyway?" said marguerite jerking her head up to look at her.
"I just gave them something else to eat," she said in a matter of fact tone.
"Like what!?" said Marguerite in a sarcastic tone splashing the water with her hand.
"A t-rex egg, the raptors thought it would make a nice snack -the rex thought they would." She chuckled brushing her wet hair.
"Wow" thought Marguerite "That-that was smart"
"Not really but you are welcome" she laughed, "Do you want me to brush your hair?"
"Yes thank you," said Marguerite sitting up.
Deanna moved and feet bent behind her and robe spread out sat behind Marguerite and gently began to brush her dark brown curls.
"So Marguerite what are your thoughts on dear Lord Roxton?"
"I beg your pardon!" said Marguerite startled by the sudden interest in Roxton.
"You know, what I am talking about" she giggled tugging on her hair, teasing.
(Girl talk)
"I don't know to what you refer, Lord John Roxton and I are just- just friends," she said trying to seem confident in her answer.
"M-hmm" she said tugging on her hair once.
Marguerite quickly changed the subject, "I think the real question is what is with you and Mr. Blake?" she turned her face smirking.
She tugged on her hair, "Well first it's Sir Lord Blake,"
"Ooh…" said Marguerite the tone of being intrigued.
"And Sir Lord Robert Augustus Blake and I just are good friends" she said mirroring Marguerite's answer.
"Humph" said Marguerite lips pursed turning her head up to look at her face.
"But I must say he has a nice. ."
It had been an entire week with no sign of Marguerite and Roxton was very restless. Veronica was finally ready and they bound off into the jungle to resume the search.
They reached the spot where Marguerite's trail had ended days before.
They searched the entire area for a clue.
"Where did you go Miss Krux?" mumbled Roxton looking around. He began flipping over rocks, looking for anything.
Annoyed and frustrated her stood walked in a small circle and kicked a rock.
"Ow!" he cried "Damn it all!" the he stopped- under the rock was a perfect imprint of what was clearly Marguerite's boot.
"Now we'll find you Marguerite" he beamed reaching down and touching the print.
"Well look at that" said Challenger examining the footprint.
On their way back to Deanna's house . . .
"I do not!" Marguerite said startled about the absurd analogy.
"You do" Deanna laughed as they walked back to the house.
"I do not look like Tiny Tim!"
"You do and you know it!"
Marguerite looked at herself a second, "Shut up Deanna." She sighed walking in front of her.
"You do-o, you do," she teased behind her.
Arthur's Notes: Yes I know, not much but hey it's building. If there are any suggestions please, I aim to please, as long as aiming pleasing prove, LoL sorry had to do that. You might not get the next chapter for a bit or maybe much sooner, I'm not sure yet. Remember reviews are motivating!
Disclaimer: I don't own Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's The Lost World, or any of its story's or characters. So don't sue cause I never said I did and you'll lose.
Summary: Ok, first the title was suppose to be the Woman in the black heels and the FRIENDSHIP found but it wouldn't let me type it so, I changed it a little. Ok this is my first posted fic. So please review. ~ Marguerite runs off and into as always trouble. But his time trouble might give more than she could have ever dreamed she'd find in the lost world. You be the judge.
Arthur's Pre-notes: Ok first I appreciate all the reviews I loved them so dearly I stayed up and wrote chapter two!! So please keep reviewing it's motivating! So I wrote this to end you pain, thanks so much. Now enjoy Chapter II!
Marguerite woke up to a throbbing foot.
"AHH!" she cried out.
"I know," said Deanna brushing Marguerite's hair from her face. I had to set it and stitch it while you were asleep you were losing a lot of blood. I just finished."
"Thank you" said Marguerite not sure it she meant it or not.
"Your welcome. Are you hungry?"
"Yes but I think anything if eat I am going to throw up!" said Marguerite in her usual sarcastically enthused tone
"Yep really hungry, when was the last time you ate?" said Deanna moving the water bowl away from the bed and started washing her hands.
"Now, I suppose three days ago"
"Well that wasn't smart" Deanna remarked throwing the towel onto a chair.
"I didn't really plan for this to happen"
"What were you planning?" said Deanna pouring some water.
"Nothing, I really don't want to talk about it!"
"Ok Ok," said Deanna helping her drink her water.
Marguerite looked around her, "OH my!"
"What?" said Deanna looking around.
"Where are we?!"
"In my house" said Deanna raising an eyebrow at her tone.
"You built this?"
"Not alone but yes, "
"It's wonderful, do you live here alone?"
"Most of the time, there is a young man who an occasion stays here. He lives in a village over to the east. Where do you live?"
"Well London actually" she said sarcastically
Deanna raised a playful eyebrow. "Mh-hm"
"In a tree house, that I have the feeling is very far from here."
"Alone"
"All of these questions!"
"You asked me first!"
"Fine, no I live with the other members of my expedition-"
"Challenger's expedition?"
"Yes, how would you know that"?
"You mumbled a lot of things when you were ill"
"OH?" said Marguerite embarrassed and disturbed at anything else she may have said, "Well yes, and a girl, Veronica Laden who took us in, it's her home"
"Who came with you on the expedition?"
"Again so many questions?"
"Who's in whose house, now answers again!" Deanna teased.
"Professor George Challenger a visionary who believed in a prehistoric world,"
"Apparently he was right," she said sarcastically
"Quite," said Marguerite chuckling with the same tone " a journalist named Edward T. Malone," she let her breath go exasperated " A certain adventurer, named Lord John Roxton"
"Not your favorite person at the moment?"
"In so many ways" Marguerite hissed "and then a botanist, Professor Summerlee " she said with a peaceful sigh.
"Professor ARTHUR Summerlee!" said Deanna grabbing onto Marguerite's arm dropping the glass she had been holding letting it crash on the floor. "How is he?! Tell me! Please!"
Marguerite looked quite distressed, "I'm sorry"
Deanna's face fell. "Is he dead?"
"Not exactly, he is just not with us." And she explained the entire story; by the end Deanna had two tears running down her face.
"I'm sorry was he very dear to you?"
She turned away a minute, wiping her face. "He was my godfather but more of a real father, especially compared to my own. I am quite sorry I hadn't meant to become so emotional," she said in no particular tone.
"It's ok, I only knew him for a while but I was-" she thought a moment how to say this. "Very-upset when it happened"
Deanna put her hand on Marguerite's shoulder, Marguerite's hand being already on Deanna's arm.
"Excuse Me." said Deanna sniffled "You should rest, I will be just in the hall perchance you should need me, just call for me."
Back at the tree house . . .
It had almost been four days and Roxton was going crazy. It wouldn't stop raining; he couldn't go out and look for her. He couldn't do anything he didn't know anything. What was he going to do?!
"Roxton when was the last time you slept?" asked Veronica putting a plate of food in front of him which he pushed away. "Or ate anything!"
(Roxton gets up from the table, Veronica follows him)
"Just because she has gone missing doesn't mean you should stop living! God knows she wouldn't!"
"It doesn't matter! What can I do, nothing! You heard the scream-all of you! Think of everything she has done for us! And we can't do anything to even find her!"
"All she has done for us?!" said Veronica taken of guard
"Yes! What she has done! She stopped you Veronica from being scooped up by that giant, and you Ned she used her ability or rather her faith in herself to bring you back from the DEAD! She was watching over Challenger from the start! When that witch woman showed up! She has done just as much as anyone else!! And we can't even find out if she is-is!!"
He fell on his knees holding his head in his hands. Challenger trotted over and kneeled down.
"Steady man, she means a lot to all of us. Marguerite is a survivor she is ok! I just know it and we will find her."
"No matter how long it takes!" said Veronica leaning down.
"I know it Roxton," said Ned.
Roxton nodded and went to stand up and swayed, exhaustion taking over.
"Whoa!" said Veronica. "Catch him Ned"
"Are you kidding-Oh my god!"
"John –John?"
The next morning . . .
It was early in the morning and Marguerite awoke. She heard a knock at the door. And it opened.
"Oh gorgeous?" called the voice of a man.
One of Marguerite's eyebrows cocked up.
"Robert! Hush!" Deanna's hiss came form up the stairs
"What is there company?" they cheerful voice with an eminent English accent.
"You know what I've told you," she said coming down the stairs a serious tone in her voice.
"So no company?"
She slapped him,
"Ah company, Rightie oh"
Deanna walked into Marguerite's room, the man followed at her heels, until she slammed the door in his face.
"Oh" he said realizing, "I apologize in there?"
Marguerite smiled. Deanna handed her some clothes.
"That better not be a male guest in there," the man teased.
"OH" she groaned.
Marguerite laughed.
Deanna opened the door a crack and smacked him on the forehead and closed the door again.
She turned around to see Marguerite smirking at her.
"Say nothing" she said sounding frustrated walking past her.
"What's his name?"
"Robert Blake, madam" came the man's voice through the door.
Deanna threw a boot at it.
"Ow!"
"Hmf"
Marguerite dressed and Deanna helped her brush her hair out.
"Robert I introduce Ms Marguerite Krux" said Deanna opening the door and helping Marguerite out.
"A beautiful face with a beautiful name" he kissed her hand.
"Thank you" said Marguerite surprised at his civility.
"Although I can't say that either is rare at the moment"
"Oh aren't you the charmer," Deanna said sarcastically.
"Jealous?" he smiled
"You wish"
"Where are you fine ladies off to?" he asked throwing his hat onto a near by coat rack.
"The opera, what do you think?" Deanna smirked
"Oh well then" he said casually beginning to follow them out the door.
"Cute- you stay and watch the house"
"I'll cook to if you wish mother"
"Would you?" she said surprised and hopeful,
"Yes"
"Oh thank you" she sighed relieved
And they walked out.
"Wait a minute? Didn't he just call me mother?"
"Yes"-said Marguerite with great difficulty getting down the stairs.
"I owe him one when we get back!"
"Right" Marguerite said rolling her eyes.
In the living room of the tree house . . .
Fully dressed and packed Roxton sat impatiently looking outside.
Veronica came up from her room ruffling her hair.
"Ok she's up lets go!"
"Rox-ton" said Challenger
He gritted his teeth and sat back down.
On the other side of the plateau . . .
"So where are we going anyway?" asked Marguerite limping along and her crutch.
"You'll see"
"Fun" Marguerite retorted she never like to be surprised, especially by a someone she had recently met.
"I think you'll like it"
"Oh so you know me now?" Marguerite retorted.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," said Deanna civilly
Soon they arrived at a small clearing after going through thick underbrush. In the clearing were three medium sized pools of water. The surface of the rocks that rounded them was weathered and smooth. Off to the side a small creek or brook could be heard bubbling.
"Hot springs?!" said Marguerite getting excited.
"Yes ma'am"
She gasped surprised and delighted.
Deanna but her bag down on a larger rock.
"I brought bathing gowns for the sake of modesty."
"I wish I had brought one we I came to this place"
"You can have one of mine, I have many." Deanna said in a blunt tone.
"Thanks" said Marguerite surprised.
They dressed and began testing the warm water.
Marguerite knew not to get the wound to wet so she let Deanna sponge it over as she sat in the pool.
She winced as she could feel the water on her wounds. Her ankle was very swollen and most likely fractured.
They talked some and other times they sat in silence, this gave Marguerite's thoughts ability to go back to her friends.
'I wonder what they are doing now, I wonder it they have even noticed I was gone. Or cared. But suppose with our Argument Roxton wouldn't be to happy with her right now, perhaps angry enough to not look for her.' These thoughts made Marguerite's stomach sink.
'On the other hand' she thought sounding more like her old self 'they could be worried sick, with all the rain they couldn't possibly look for her and Roxton was probably having a fit. What a nice thought teach him to appreciate me more, teach all of them.' But at the same time she missed them all terribly.
Deanna sat on the edge of the pool letting her feet slip into the warm water. She also wore a long elegant English robe over her bathing dress that lay on the ground behind her. She had her braid twirled in to a bun at the base of her neck which she let fall, pulled off the band that bound the end of the long braid, and unwove her long tresses.
"You have very beautiful hair," said Marguerite smiling thoughtfully.
"Thank you, it is my only prize"
They chuckled a bit.
"So Marguerite how are you feeling?"
"Very well considering,"
"That's good, I think Robert should look at your foot when we get back."
"Is he doctor?" Marguerite asked
"The closet we have, he was training to be one part of his must know all disposition"
"I can understand that," said Marguerite thinking of Challenger and his endless quest for knowledge that would probably get them all killed eventually. She stared off into space, a small content smile creeping across her features.
Deanna sighed, " Do you miss them very much?"
"Pardon? -Oh yes I miss them" she smiled looking down knowing what she had meant.
"As soon as you are well enough I can go and find a horse and will help take you home."
Marguerite just looked at her, gratitude showing without words. It was hard for her to think how quickly they had formed a friendship.
Deanna felt the same way and was hesitant to give her new friend the push she needed to get to where she was suppose to be.
"Why were you –out in the jungle alone?" Deanna asked changing the topic of her thoughts to Marguerite's coming instead of her leaving.
"What?"
"I mean if your friends are anything like they sound I don't think they would let you go wondering off by yourself."
"No you are right, that is a forbidden act for as long as you live in the tree house." She sighed, "the lord and I had an argument I left or ran, then found myself walking into a dinosaur nest fell into a cave or shaft of some sort, landed in the clearing, was attacked by ape men and then the raptors and I believe you know more about me what happened next."
Deanna chuckled.
"What did you do to those raptors anyway?" said marguerite jerking her head up to look at her.
"I just gave them something else to eat," she said in a matter of fact tone.
"Like what!?" said Marguerite in a sarcastic tone splashing the water with her hand.
"A t-rex egg, the raptors thought it would make a nice snack -the rex thought they would." She chuckled brushing her wet hair.
"Wow" thought Marguerite "That-that was smart"
"Not really but you are welcome" she laughed, "Do you want me to brush your hair?"
"Yes thank you," said Marguerite sitting up.
Deanna moved and feet bent behind her and robe spread out sat behind Marguerite and gently began to brush her dark brown curls.
"So Marguerite what are your thoughts on dear Lord Roxton?"
"I beg your pardon!" said Marguerite startled by the sudden interest in Roxton.
"You know, what I am talking about" she giggled tugging on her hair, teasing.
(Girl talk)
"I don't know to what you refer, Lord John Roxton and I are just- just friends," she said trying to seem confident in her answer.
"M-hmm" she said tugging on her hair once.
Marguerite quickly changed the subject, "I think the real question is what is with you and Mr. Blake?" she turned her face smirking.
She tugged on her hair, "Well first it's Sir Lord Blake,"
"Ooh…" said Marguerite the tone of being intrigued.
"And Sir Lord Robert Augustus Blake and I just are good friends" she said mirroring Marguerite's answer.
"Humph" said Marguerite lips pursed turning her head up to look at her face.
"But I must say he has a nice. ."
It had been an entire week with no sign of Marguerite and Roxton was very restless. Veronica was finally ready and they bound off into the jungle to resume the search.
They reached the spot where Marguerite's trail had ended days before.
They searched the entire area for a clue.
"Where did you go Miss Krux?" mumbled Roxton looking around. He began flipping over rocks, looking for anything.
Annoyed and frustrated her stood walked in a small circle and kicked a rock.
"Ow!" he cried "Damn it all!" the he stopped- under the rock was a perfect imprint of what was clearly Marguerite's boot.
"Now we'll find you Marguerite" he beamed reaching down and touching the print.
"Well look at that" said Challenger examining the footprint.
On their way back to Deanna's house . . .
"I do not!" Marguerite said startled about the absurd analogy.
"You do" Deanna laughed as they walked back to the house.
"I do not look like Tiny Tim!"
"You do and you know it!"
Marguerite looked at herself a second, "Shut up Deanna." She sighed walking in front of her.
"You do-o, you do," she teased behind her.
Arthur's Notes: Yes I know, not much but hey it's building. If there are any suggestions please, I aim to please, as long as aiming pleasing prove, LoL sorry had to do that. You might not get the next chapter for a bit or maybe much sooner, I'm not sure yet. Remember reviews are motivating!