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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 this is another filler I promise the beginning of the end is coming soon. I just feel burned out actually and this is new for me so bear with it.
OK um going with someone's I think it was Audrey's review sorry if I'm wrong bad memory. I never saw Outlaw, so I can't really comment on that sorry. Um ok anything else review it!!
On to the filler!!!
Deanna kicked the door to the house open angrily and stomped inside. Robert helped Roxton get Marguerite up the stairs. But Roxton just got frustrated with it and picked Marguerite up and marched the rest of the way.
Blake followed them into the house and looked to see which way Deanna had gone. Then he heard the clank of glass.
He grunted and swiftly walked into the dinning room, to see Deanna take a hard swig from the whiskey bottle.
"Deanna," he said moving to take the bottle.
"What?!" she glared at him
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Marguerite and Roxton heard the shouting and screaming coming from the dinning room. Marguerite looked puzzled and leaned in slightly from her chair to see.
A bottle came flying out and smashed against the wall.
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"This wasn't your fault!!"
"I didn't help the situation any!! I should've known this would happen!! That he would try something like this!!! Damn him!!!" she screamed taking another swig from a different bottle as she walked out.
"Whoa" said Ned watching as she easily finished off the bottle.
"Deanna" said Robert eyeing Malone as he came after her.
"We'll work through this!!"
"That was to close for comfort!!"
"Robert's right we just have to stick together," said Challenger trying to reassure her
"No" said Deanna sternly "We have to get you horses and find a way to get you home, before.."
"Before what?" said Roxton
"Well you see what he's trying to do, he's trying to rob you all blind and start the war again."
"That doesn't give him any type of advantage, if I understand things correctly" said Challenger
"I know!" Deanna fumed "I can't figure out his angle!"
"Then we'll help you," said Marguerite coming over
"No" said Deanna pushing her arm away holding her head; she hissed, her head was killing her.
"Face it Deanna we aren't going to leave until this is finished," said Marguerite stubbornly
"OH" Deanna whined holding her head letting her shoulders droop in defeat.
They chuckled and Marguerite hugged her shoulders smirking at her.
"Stop smiling like that," Deanna whined as they walked farther into the house.
"Here have her sit here," said Robert as the Marguerite and Roxton brought Deanna into the kitchen. "I want to have a look at that gash," he said concerned
"It's nothing," said Deanna "Only a scratch"
"That's still bleeding," said Marguerite dabbing it with a towel
"Hey!" Deanna snapped her head filling with pain
Marguerite backed off and mouthed sorry as Robert came over with a warm bowl of water.
Roxton and Marguerite existed together.
Robert began to "work" on Deanna's wound. They both sat in silence.
"You know you shouldn't have tried to intimidate them."
"I didn't!"
"You were trying, and unarmed"
"It's not if I had a choice at that moment"
"I know- I know" he sighed grimacing at the gash on her head. Then he looked down and his eyes widened and his heart filled with guilt. He notices one whole side of her forearm was bruised black and blue and brush burned to boot. He looked her over again carefully she was covered in these bruises.
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"What happened here!! Did those- those-" Lord Roxton couldn't even find the words "Did they do this to you!!" he fumed gently holding Marguerite's arm out.
"Well you know Roxton they did threw me down the stairs" she replied almost casually. Roxton's angered reactions always had one of two effects on her, she became completely calm realistic and passive or she became defiant, enraged and critical. This was a passive moment.
"They what!" said Roxton realizing that must have happened when they knocked him out.
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"Yes I know," said Robert pained, anger building up inside of him.
"I heard it I couldn't do anything about it, I-I'm so sorry Deanna I should've-"
"Nothing- it doesn't matter I'm safe Marguerite's safe everything's ok-"
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"-And it's all thanks to you," said Marguerite cooed attempting to comfort the infuriated hunter. She took his hand and pulled him down he kneeled in front of her sorrow in his eyes.
She just smiled at him and touched his face gently. Then she shook her head chuckling slightly to herself.
"What?!" said Roxton surprised "What?!"
'Why is he just so cute' Marguerite thought.
"What?!" Roxton demanded cocking his head confused.
A few days later . . ..
The house was cleaned up and Deanna had updated her timeline of picture fames around gashes and bullet holes in the house.
Robert had said it was time they took Marguerite's cast off. So they all sat in the large sitting room as Deanna unwound the wrappings of Marguerite foot's prison.
Marguerite couldn't help but smile slightly as everyone sat around her and she watched the splint being taken off.
There was a sickening crack as the warped wood bent back and it split open.
Robert whooped and the others cheered.
"Almost there" said Marguerite
"Yeah now you can help with more of the chores," said Deanna
"Not that she did them to begin with!" teased Veronica
"Oh!" said Marguerite smacking the woman's shoulder.
"Now stop that or so help me I'll put this splint right back on" Deanna taunted. They all laughed.
Gently she removed the last of the wrappings.
Roxton watched with a heavy heart, he could see the marks from the raptor and could imagine though he wished he couldn't how mangled and bloody it must have been.
Deanna carefully took out the last of the stitches and washed the healed wounds.
"Hey that's cold!" cried Marguerite
Deanna smirked
Marguerite flicked her foot and splashed Deanna in the face.
Deanna pursed her lips playfully and looked up.
"Now Deanna," said Robert
Deanna looked back down, "I'll get you," she murmured
"I'll be waiting"
Deanna looked up laughing, Marguerite laughed to.
Roxton grinned this was such a different side of Marguerite, not that it was a bad side it was just different. As much as Roxton was bewildered by Marguerite's new friendship with Deanna he was pleased and began thinking it was for her benefit no matter how much that woman often utterly terrified him.
Deanna finished and wrapped a thin white cloth around the foot and ankle for support.
"There" she said standing up. "Here" she said throwing Roxton Marguerite's boot.
He walked over and gently put it on Marguerite's foot.
Marguerite mused how it was like the Cinderella story, the handsome man the- well it was kinda like the story, but she quickly disposed of the thoughts upon their romantic nature.
He smiled and stood giving her his arm.
"Ok," she sighed shaking her head she took his arm and pulled herself to her feet. She wavered a bit and almost fell, but Roxton quickly slipped an arm around her waist.
She blushed and smiled and then seemed to get her balance.
Everyone cheered.
"Yes!"
"That a girl!!"
"WAHOO!!"
"Good show, good show!!" Deanna teased again
Roxton had picked Marguerite up and swung her around a bit.
"Well, now we have something to celebrate," said Malone
"Indeed" laughed Deanna
Later that night . . .
Marguerite walked out onto the deck to join Roxton who had been standing there a while.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked sweetly.
"Nothing really, just looking into the stars"
"Your eyes"
"What?" he asked looking at her surprised
"Oh" she said slightly embarrassed "I had just remembered what you told me, a while ago."
His look told her to continue
"Well" she sighed, "that the shining eyes of the stars" she glanced up "peered into our souls"
"I can think of one pair of shining eyes that peer into my soul"
She looked up at him a small-humbled smile on her lips.
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"You know those two are so cute together," said Deanna serenely holding a bottle in her lap as she reclined.
Challenger nodded sipping his brandy.
Robert looked over at Deanna thoughtfully who turned away blushing slightly.
Malone and Veronica were sitting over by themselves talking and laughing gently.
Nothing could ruin such things. .
'Well almost nothing,' thought Deanna seriously she just couldn't let her guard down till they were all safe. She wouldn't let her guard down till they were all safe. She promised herself this as she looked at Marguerite smiling happily on the deck with Roxton.
Robert looked at her noticing the change in mood. 'What is going on in you head Ms Fox?'
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"I was truly frightened Marguerite" stated Roxton plainly
"What?" said Marguerite concerned
"When you ran off, I-I thought I was never going to see you again" he turned to her pain in his eyes "a-and when I heard you scream, oh Marguerite!" he said pulling her close to him putting his head on her shoulder. She stroked his hair with her fingertips.
"I'm so sorry John," she said
He looked up at her, "you shouldn't be I didn't really give you a choice. I shouldn't have-pushed you."
She said nothing she knew that and she had nothing to say about it.
"I just don't understand why,"
Marguerite closed her eyes and thought back to that day to that argument.
(Ok I have requests for the argument but I think I'll leave it up to all of you. It has to do with Marguerite's past, her grief for Summerlee and her old shattered relationships. Most of what Roxton said had to do with the little he knows and what that as reputation can say about Marguerite. False accusations)
A tear ran down her cheek. This startled Roxton and he stood up again but did not loosen his hold on Marguerite.
"Marguerite I never meant to-" he said beginning to worry panicked with guilt
"No-no John it's just" she gasped "Some-some of the things you said" she tried to stop the tears but she couldn't as she heard herself admitting to him what she had feared for so long, " were true" she sobbed.
Roxton's eyes grew wide with alarm, 'now what have I done' he thought pained
"No- No Marguerite, that's not true I was angry I didn't mean anything I said"
"Of course you did otherwise they wouldn't have come to mind." She sobbed
"Oh Marguerite" he said hugging her close. "I just don't want you hiding things from me."
Marguerite stayed silent, 'I don't think of it as hiding' she thought, 'protecting you is how I see it'
"-It makes me angry and my mouth went without my head, I didn't mean any of it, I would never Marguerite. I would never." He repeated holding her close brushing her hair with his fingers.
She said nothing.
They just stood together out on the deck gazing up at the stars.
Author's Notes: Again I'm burned out I need inspiration I know what happens next I just have to figure out the details. Ok um until then please review be specific, some of you are doing that and I think it's great. Tell me what you liked. I love to hear it. It's inspiring and I need that right now to get your next chapter going.
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 this is another filler I promise the beginning of the end is coming soon. I just feel burned out actually and this is new for me so bear with it.
OK um going with someone's I think it was Audrey's review sorry if I'm wrong bad memory. I never saw Outlaw, so I can't really comment on that sorry. Um ok anything else review it!!
On to the filler!!!
Deanna kicked the door to the house open angrily and stomped inside. Robert helped Roxton get Marguerite up the stairs. But Roxton just got frustrated with it and picked Marguerite up and marched the rest of the way.
Blake followed them into the house and looked to see which way Deanna had gone. Then he heard the clank of glass.
He grunted and swiftly walked into the dinning room, to see Deanna take a hard swig from the whiskey bottle.
"Deanna," he said moving to take the bottle.
"What?!" she glared at him
-----
Marguerite and Roxton heard the shouting and screaming coming from the dinning room. Marguerite looked puzzled and leaned in slightly from her chair to see.
A bottle came flying out and smashed against the wall.
-----
"This wasn't your fault!!"
"I didn't help the situation any!! I should've known this would happen!! That he would try something like this!!! Damn him!!!" she screamed taking another swig from a different bottle as she walked out.
"Whoa" said Ned watching as she easily finished off the bottle.
"Deanna" said Robert eyeing Malone as he came after her.
"We'll work through this!!"
"That was to close for comfort!!"
"Robert's right we just have to stick together," said Challenger trying to reassure her
"No" said Deanna sternly "We have to get you horses and find a way to get you home, before.."
"Before what?" said Roxton
"Well you see what he's trying to do, he's trying to rob you all blind and start the war again."
"That doesn't give him any type of advantage, if I understand things correctly" said Challenger
"I know!" Deanna fumed "I can't figure out his angle!"
"Then we'll help you," said Marguerite coming over
"No" said Deanna pushing her arm away holding her head; she hissed, her head was killing her.
"Face it Deanna we aren't going to leave until this is finished," said Marguerite stubbornly
"OH" Deanna whined holding her head letting her shoulders droop in defeat.
They chuckled and Marguerite hugged her shoulders smirking at her.
"Stop smiling like that," Deanna whined as they walked farther into the house.
"Here have her sit here," said Robert as the Marguerite and Roxton brought Deanna into the kitchen. "I want to have a look at that gash," he said concerned
"It's nothing," said Deanna "Only a scratch"
"That's still bleeding," said Marguerite dabbing it with a towel
"Hey!" Deanna snapped her head filling with pain
Marguerite backed off and mouthed sorry as Robert came over with a warm bowl of water.
Roxton and Marguerite existed together.
Robert began to "work" on Deanna's wound. They both sat in silence.
"You know you shouldn't have tried to intimidate them."
"I didn't!"
"You were trying, and unarmed"
"It's not if I had a choice at that moment"
"I know- I know" he sighed grimacing at the gash on her head. Then he looked down and his eyes widened and his heart filled with guilt. He notices one whole side of her forearm was bruised black and blue and brush burned to boot. He looked her over again carefully she was covered in these bruises.
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"What happened here!! Did those- those-" Lord Roxton couldn't even find the words "Did they do this to you!!" he fumed gently holding Marguerite's arm out.
"Well you know Roxton they did threw me down the stairs" she replied almost casually. Roxton's angered reactions always had one of two effects on her, she became completely calm realistic and passive or she became defiant, enraged and critical. This was a passive moment.
"They what!" said Roxton realizing that must have happened when they knocked him out.
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"Yes I know," said Robert pained, anger building up inside of him.
"I heard it I couldn't do anything about it, I-I'm so sorry Deanna I should've-"
"Nothing- it doesn't matter I'm safe Marguerite's safe everything's ok-"
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"-And it's all thanks to you," said Marguerite cooed attempting to comfort the infuriated hunter. She took his hand and pulled him down he kneeled in front of her sorrow in his eyes.
She just smiled at him and touched his face gently. Then she shook her head chuckling slightly to herself.
"What?!" said Roxton surprised "What?!"
'Why is he just so cute' Marguerite thought.
"What?!" Roxton demanded cocking his head confused.
A few days later . . ..
The house was cleaned up and Deanna had updated her timeline of picture fames around gashes and bullet holes in the house.
Robert had said it was time they took Marguerite's cast off. So they all sat in the large sitting room as Deanna unwound the wrappings of Marguerite foot's prison.
Marguerite couldn't help but smile slightly as everyone sat around her and she watched the splint being taken off.
There was a sickening crack as the warped wood bent back and it split open.
Robert whooped and the others cheered.
"Almost there" said Marguerite
"Yeah now you can help with more of the chores," said Deanna
"Not that she did them to begin with!" teased Veronica
"Oh!" said Marguerite smacking the woman's shoulder.
"Now stop that or so help me I'll put this splint right back on" Deanna taunted. They all laughed.
Gently she removed the last of the wrappings.
Roxton watched with a heavy heart, he could see the marks from the raptor and could imagine though he wished he couldn't how mangled and bloody it must have been.
Deanna carefully took out the last of the stitches and washed the healed wounds.
"Hey that's cold!" cried Marguerite
Deanna smirked
Marguerite flicked her foot and splashed Deanna in the face.
Deanna pursed her lips playfully and looked up.
"Now Deanna," said Robert
Deanna looked back down, "I'll get you," she murmured
"I'll be waiting"
Deanna looked up laughing, Marguerite laughed to.
Roxton grinned this was such a different side of Marguerite, not that it was a bad side it was just different. As much as Roxton was bewildered by Marguerite's new friendship with Deanna he was pleased and began thinking it was for her benefit no matter how much that woman often utterly terrified him.
Deanna finished and wrapped a thin white cloth around the foot and ankle for support.
"There" she said standing up. "Here" she said throwing Roxton Marguerite's boot.
He walked over and gently put it on Marguerite's foot.
Marguerite mused how it was like the Cinderella story, the handsome man the- well it was kinda like the story, but she quickly disposed of the thoughts upon their romantic nature.
He smiled and stood giving her his arm.
"Ok," she sighed shaking her head she took his arm and pulled herself to her feet. She wavered a bit and almost fell, but Roxton quickly slipped an arm around her waist.
She blushed and smiled and then seemed to get her balance.
Everyone cheered.
"Yes!"
"That a girl!!"
"WAHOO!!"
"Good show, good show!!" Deanna teased again
Roxton had picked Marguerite up and swung her around a bit.
"Well, now we have something to celebrate," said Malone
"Indeed" laughed Deanna
Later that night . . .
Marguerite walked out onto the deck to join Roxton who had been standing there a while.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked sweetly.
"Nothing really, just looking into the stars"
"Your eyes"
"What?" he asked looking at her surprised
"Oh" she said slightly embarrassed "I had just remembered what you told me, a while ago."
His look told her to continue
"Well" she sighed, "that the shining eyes of the stars" she glanced up "peered into our souls"
"I can think of one pair of shining eyes that peer into my soul"
She looked up at him a small-humbled smile on her lips.
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"You know those two are so cute together," said Deanna serenely holding a bottle in her lap as she reclined.
Challenger nodded sipping his brandy.
Robert looked over at Deanna thoughtfully who turned away blushing slightly.
Malone and Veronica were sitting over by themselves talking and laughing gently.
Nothing could ruin such things. .
'Well almost nothing,' thought Deanna seriously she just couldn't let her guard down till they were all safe. She wouldn't let her guard down till they were all safe. She promised herself this as she looked at Marguerite smiling happily on the deck with Roxton.
Robert looked at her noticing the change in mood. 'What is going on in you head Ms Fox?'
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"I was truly frightened Marguerite" stated Roxton plainly
"What?" said Marguerite concerned
"When you ran off, I-I thought I was never going to see you again" he turned to her pain in his eyes "a-and when I heard you scream, oh Marguerite!" he said pulling her close to him putting his head on her shoulder. She stroked his hair with her fingertips.
"I'm so sorry John," she said
He looked up at her, "you shouldn't be I didn't really give you a choice. I shouldn't have-pushed you."
She said nothing she knew that and she had nothing to say about it.
"I just don't understand why,"
Marguerite closed her eyes and thought back to that day to that argument.
(Ok I have requests for the argument but I think I'll leave it up to all of you. It has to do with Marguerite's past, her grief for Summerlee and her old shattered relationships. Most of what Roxton said had to do with the little he knows and what that as reputation can say about Marguerite. False accusations)
A tear ran down her cheek. This startled Roxton and he stood up again but did not loosen his hold on Marguerite.
"Marguerite I never meant to-" he said beginning to worry panicked with guilt
"No-no John it's just" she gasped "Some-some of the things you said" she tried to stop the tears but she couldn't as she heard herself admitting to him what she had feared for so long, " were true" she sobbed.
Roxton's eyes grew wide with alarm, 'now what have I done' he thought pained
"No- No Marguerite, that's not true I was angry I didn't mean anything I said"
"Of course you did otherwise they wouldn't have come to mind." She sobbed
"Oh Marguerite" he said hugging her close. "I just don't want you hiding things from me."
Marguerite stayed silent, 'I don't think of it as hiding' she thought, 'protecting you is how I see it'
"-It makes me angry and my mouth went without my head, I didn't mean any of it, I would never Marguerite. I would never." He repeated holding her close brushing her hair with his fingers.
She said nothing.
They just stood together out on the deck gazing up at the stars.
Author's Notes: Again I'm burned out I need inspiration I know what happens next I just have to figure out the details. Ok um until then please review be specific, some of you are doing that and I think it's great. Tell me what you liked. I love to hear it. It's inspiring and I need that right now to get your next chapter going.
So Remember reviews are motivating . . .