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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.
Author's Pre Notes: Ok here we go. SO close I know I know, but this is just a little fluff first, it real short.
But I hope you enjoy it anyway!!
Marguerite woke up close to dawn she had tried to wake Deanna but that was useless, she was worse than herself.
So she fixed her self up and walked out into the village.
Some of it's inhabitants were awake and bustling through the streets each waving, bidding good day or tipping their hats to each other as they went, most even stopped to bid her a good morning.
She was truly touched, it was silly such a simple thing.
"And I usually hate mornings" she mumbled to herself as she limped of somewhat gracefully, looking about the carts and items the people were selling. No one crowded her or tried to sell her anything. They smiled and bid her good morning answering her questions as she asked them.
The children ran around the tree at the edge of the village-watching Marguerite. New people we always interesting but new people Deanna liked now there was something.
They watched as she walked over under a small tree and stared up at the brilliantly colored sky.
"She looks sad," said one of the little boys scrunching up his nose in thought.
"Maybe we can get her to play a game with us" said a cheerful little girl
"Nah, she's doesn't like to play games she's a Lady" she another girl positioning herself like a royal person might nose held high.
They laughed. "Yeah like the ones Deanna tells us about!"
"I don't know" said a short little boy, "but I think we know what she does like"
"What!?" they all questioned squishing and pushing each other to get around him.
They all whispered together giggling.
Marguerite looked at the ground.
Then a few shadows crept up over the ground, she looked up to see a group of little children in front of her.
They looked at her a little bit, then a little boy tapped another girl on the shoulder, she shook her head and another girl shoved her out in front of them.
She stopped dead, looking at Marguerite smiling nervously and glaring back at her friend whom had pushed her.
She shrugged and walked over to Marguerite.
Marguerite watched as the small child took her hand and turned it over opening it. Then the girl took something from her pocket and placed it in Marguerite's hand closing it and then stood back.
Marguerite looked up at the children a surprised look on her face and then looked back at her closed hand, she opened it, and it glistened in the morning sun. But it was only a piece of tin and perhaps some gold. It had been melted and smashed together and was actually quite pretty to look at.
"For me" she said looking at them
"Yes" said a little boy smiling but blushing and looking back down.
"Why" she said she tried to say softly but feared she was getting emotional. 'Me emotional!!' she thought
"Well-" said a little girl "You looked sad"
"Yeah" said a boy in a blue tunic
"And we saw how your face lit up a the chief's shiny gift so-"
"We thought another one would make you happy!!"
They had gathered closer around her and were smiling up at her.
"Thank you" she coked slightly, 'ok now I'm emotional
"Thank you"
Deanna awoke to water being poured on her face
"Oh-" she started to curse jumping up, she heard Robert laughing next to her.
She wiped the water from her face and slapped him.
"God, some wake up call" she sighed putting her head on her knees.
"Well-" he shrugged, there were others ways to wake her up but this was fun, dangerous, but fun. Besides the thought of Haiton had brought back old memories, bad ones. He need something to make him feel better, a little attention is usually good for that.
"What time is it?" she groaned
"Seven"
"Goodnight Robert" she said lying back down.
"Oh I don't think so" he chuckled and grabbed her by her shoulders and sat her back up. "Come on" he said picking her up by her shoulders.
"I hate you Robert"
"I know," he said shaking his head walking her out of the hut.
She stopped leaning on his arms and shaded her face from the sunlight.
She heard the giggling of children, and looked over to a surprising sight.
"Well-well" she smiled crossing her arms.
"What?" said Robert looking around and then seeing what surprised her.
Marguerite was off to the side, playing with some of the children from the village. Actually playing, it was a game played with five carved square sticks, each with little notches in them indicating moves and points. From there it was a lot like hop scotch. Marguerite laughed at the rhymes they sang as they jumped around. A little boy named Chazan was her legs because she could not jump and he was very good at it.
Marguerite was surprised when she agreed to play, but their gift had touched her so much that she was afraid she would hurt them if she refused and then she was even more surprised when she realized she was enjoying it, catching herself laughed and cheering for her player.
"Well look at that!' said Robert gleefully
Deanna picked something up from a nearby cart nodding to its seller.
Then while Robert was still distracted she shoved the objects a juicy sticky piece of fruit right into his face. Smearing it with delight.
He just stared at her as a piece dripped of his nose, a smirk on his face.
She took her finger and took a bit off his cheek, "Mmm-good season for these" she said a smug look on her
"Really" he said sarcastically not angry but feeling silly for being caught off guard so easily, especially after pouring water on his assailant while she was sleeping.
"M-hmm" she nodded pursing her lips playfully
He looked at her.
Then she shrieked and took off running him right behind her.
Marguerite laughed as she saw Deanna run off Roxton at her heels.
"Those two" she said shaking her head and throwing the sticks for her turn. It made kind of miss her spats with the Lord, but then she remembered the time she ran away. How out of line he was, she had over reacted ' but how could he say such things, especially if-if he cares the way he says he does. ' She thought, ' that's why we could never be-be like that" she thought sadly.
Later that day . . .
They had thanked everyone in the village and the chief gave them a special blessing before they departed.
Soon the house came into view.
Marguerite was glad for it she was tired and longed for some familiarity.
"I'm so sorry Marguerite," said Deanna seeing her friends expression
"For what?"
"Not finding a way to get you home. I mean I'd set out now but I don't want to take you the wrong way I-"
"It's ok Deanna, I understand, really I do"
Deanna nodded knowing it was still a great disappointment.
"Deanna?"
"Yeah?"
"You never did tell me why those men yesterday called you demon-"
Robert snorted and rode a little further up.
Deanna brushed him off.
"Well you see-"
Author's Notes: Ok I think the next chapter will have some getting together of our groups and our favorite couple. But I know you know what I'm going to say- Reviews are motivating the more the better.
So 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.
Author's Pre Notes: Ok here we go. SO close I know I know, but this is just a little fluff first, it real short.
But I hope you enjoy it anyway!!
Marguerite woke up close to dawn she had tried to wake Deanna but that was useless, she was worse than herself.
So she fixed her self up and walked out into the village.
Some of it's inhabitants were awake and bustling through the streets each waving, bidding good day or tipping their hats to each other as they went, most even stopped to bid her a good morning.
She was truly touched, it was silly such a simple thing.
"And I usually hate mornings" she mumbled to herself as she limped of somewhat gracefully, looking about the carts and items the people were selling. No one crowded her or tried to sell her anything. They smiled and bid her good morning answering her questions as she asked them.
The children ran around the tree at the edge of the village-watching Marguerite. New people we always interesting but new people Deanna liked now there was something.
They watched as she walked over under a small tree and stared up at the brilliantly colored sky.
"She looks sad," said one of the little boys scrunching up his nose in thought.
"Maybe we can get her to play a game with us" said a cheerful little girl
"Nah, she's doesn't like to play games she's a Lady" she another girl positioning herself like a royal person might nose held high.
They laughed. "Yeah like the ones Deanna tells us about!"
"I don't know" said a short little boy, "but I think we know what she does like"
"What!?" they all questioned squishing and pushing each other to get around him.
They all whispered together giggling.
Marguerite looked at the ground.
Then a few shadows crept up over the ground, she looked up to see a group of little children in front of her.
They looked at her a little bit, then a little boy tapped another girl on the shoulder, she shook her head and another girl shoved her out in front of them.
She stopped dead, looking at Marguerite smiling nervously and glaring back at her friend whom had pushed her.
She shrugged and walked over to Marguerite.
Marguerite watched as the small child took her hand and turned it over opening it. Then the girl took something from her pocket and placed it in Marguerite's hand closing it and then stood back.
Marguerite looked up at the children a surprised look on her face and then looked back at her closed hand, she opened it, and it glistened in the morning sun. But it was only a piece of tin and perhaps some gold. It had been melted and smashed together and was actually quite pretty to look at.
"For me" she said looking at them
"Yes" said a little boy smiling but blushing and looking back down.
"Why" she said she tried to say softly but feared she was getting emotional. 'Me emotional!!' she thought
"Well-" said a little girl "You looked sad"
"Yeah" said a boy in a blue tunic
"And we saw how your face lit up a the chief's shiny gift so-"
"We thought another one would make you happy!!"
They had gathered closer around her and were smiling up at her.
"Thank you" she coked slightly, 'ok now I'm emotional
"Thank you"
Deanna awoke to water being poured on her face
"Oh-" she started to curse jumping up, she heard Robert laughing next to her.
She wiped the water from her face and slapped him.
"God, some wake up call" she sighed putting her head on her knees.
"Well-" he shrugged, there were others ways to wake her up but this was fun, dangerous, but fun. Besides the thought of Haiton had brought back old memories, bad ones. He need something to make him feel better, a little attention is usually good for that.
"What time is it?" she groaned
"Seven"
"Goodnight Robert" she said lying back down.
"Oh I don't think so" he chuckled and grabbed her by her shoulders and sat her back up. "Come on" he said picking her up by her shoulders.
"I hate you Robert"
"I know," he said shaking his head walking her out of the hut.
She stopped leaning on his arms and shaded her face from the sunlight.
She heard the giggling of children, and looked over to a surprising sight.
"Well-well" she smiled crossing her arms.
"What?" said Robert looking around and then seeing what surprised her.
Marguerite was off to the side, playing with some of the children from the village. Actually playing, it was a game played with five carved square sticks, each with little notches in them indicating moves and points. From there it was a lot like hop scotch. Marguerite laughed at the rhymes they sang as they jumped around. A little boy named Chazan was her legs because she could not jump and he was very good at it.
Marguerite was surprised when she agreed to play, but their gift had touched her so much that she was afraid she would hurt them if she refused and then she was even more surprised when she realized she was enjoying it, catching herself laughed and cheering for her player.
"Well look at that!' said Robert gleefully
Deanna picked something up from a nearby cart nodding to its seller.
Then while Robert was still distracted she shoved the objects a juicy sticky piece of fruit right into his face. Smearing it with delight.
He just stared at her as a piece dripped of his nose, a smirk on his face.
She took her finger and took a bit off his cheek, "Mmm-good season for these" she said a smug look on her
"Really" he said sarcastically not angry but feeling silly for being caught off guard so easily, especially after pouring water on his assailant while she was sleeping.
"M-hmm" she nodded pursing her lips playfully
He looked at her.
Then she shrieked and took off running him right behind her.
Marguerite laughed as she saw Deanna run off Roxton at her heels.
"Those two" she said shaking her head and throwing the sticks for her turn. It made kind of miss her spats with the Lord, but then she remembered the time she ran away. How out of line he was, she had over reacted ' but how could he say such things, especially if-if he cares the way he says he does. ' She thought, ' that's why we could never be-be like that" she thought sadly.
Later that day . . .
They had thanked everyone in the village and the chief gave them a special blessing before they departed.
Soon the house came into view.
Marguerite was glad for it she was tired and longed for some familiarity.
"I'm so sorry Marguerite," said Deanna seeing her friends expression
"For what?"
"Not finding a way to get you home. I mean I'd set out now but I don't want to take you the wrong way I-"
"It's ok Deanna, I understand, really I do"
Deanna nodded knowing it was still a great disappointment.
"Deanna?"
"Yeah?"
"You never did tell me why those men yesterday called you demon-"
Robert snorted and rode a little further up.
Deanna brushed him off.
"Well you see-"
Author's Notes: Ok I think the next chapter will have some getting together of our groups and our favorite couple. But I know you know what I'm going to say- Reviews are motivating the more the better.
So Remember reviews are motivating . . .