Disclaimer: I own these characters, yes, you heard right, I own them. "SHUT UP FRANK" "NO YOU SHUT UP" YOU!" " NO YOU!" ARRGGGH! Ok Sorry My other side is trying to get out again. He is obsessed with world domination. Sorry no I don't own them! " YES I DO!!!"
A/N: AWWWWW! I'm touched. The worse review I have had this whole time was just a simple question of if I wanted to rule the world so bad, why aren't I writing Pinky And the Brain fics. Good question. You see if I wrote down my ideas in fics than anyone could steal them. AND I KNOW THAT IS THE ONLY REASON YOU AREBEINGNICE TO ME! You only want to get inside my ingenious brain and know my plans! But it WON'T WORK. HAHAHAHAHHAHA. 'Ahem' Sorry I sounded like Challenger in Elixir their for a minute. Lol yeah...enough insanity. I might scare you off. *Evil grin *
Oh one other thing, I am cutting back on the Thee's and Thou's, except for the points I feel they are appropriate. I feel it makes it harder to read. Plus I feel like I am writing the Bible. But if you like them tell me, and next chapter I will put them back in. Here Goes Nothing.
"My dearest, please wake up," Richard whispered as he held Marguerite in his arms. She was awake the whole time. She knew she had to 'come to' soon, but she didn't know what she was going to do next. What could have happened? She was just about fed up with Challengers damn shifting planes of reality. I guess the only way out of this was to tell the truth. At worst all he could do was think she was absolutely insane.
" Ugh," she moaned," what happened?" She asked him. "You fainted, do you remember what happened before that?" He replied. "Um… actually I… uh… nope, not a thing, except you stole me from my friends and then nothing," she lied. Maybe at best he would think that the traumatic experience had triggered amnesia. "YOUR FRIENDS? Oh dear, my love, please tell me thou doth remember me! Thy own true love! The people of Florin, the land across the sea, kidnapped you from the castle while you were on your ride. I should have been there I promised I would, but I was caught in matters of the court. I have cursed myself a thousand times over for not being there to protect you. Please tell me they did not harm you."
" I told you, I have no idea what you are talking about!" Marguerite said. "So please get your hands off of me! NOW!" She barked at him, maybe a little too sternly. He looked as if he was going to die. He slowly moved his hands from her waist. He swallowed and blinked back the tears. "Very well, Princess, I shall set up camp," he tried to say hiding the obvious hurt in his voice. " And STOP calling me Princess! My name is Marguerite Krux. I am not your Princess Madeline. I am not from this time and place. Where are we? England? Yes of course I would get off the bloody plateau almost 500 years too early! Look at me, I am not even wearing the same kind of damn clothes you are. I…." She trailed off, because as she said this her clothes changed into a royal robes definitely made for a princess of the Dark ages, tattered a little, but royal nonetheless. 'COULD THIS DAY GET ANY BETTER?????' She screamed in total frustration. "NO NO NO every time I say that, It does! Why can't we ever just have a little peace? I just was beginning to be happy! Would it kill you guys up there to let us be happy for once? Roxton and I have just started loving each other openly. We only were together once in the 3 years we've been stuck on this plateau. So of course you pick this moment to pull us apart. Is this my punishment? Let me fall in love, accept it, tell him, act upon it, and RIP us apart? I get it! You pull me apart from the man I love two days after I find out I could be carrying his child? HOW COULD YOU??" She was definitely past the point of panic. She fell on the ground in a heap, heaving in sobs of grief. How could the fates be so cruel?
Richard just stared at her. In total shock. What had happened? What had they done to her? And who's name had she said? Roxton? What was going on? She said her name was Marguerite. She couldn't be. He reached over and put an arm around her. "Calm down…um Marguerite," He picked her into her arms and slightly rocked her back and forth until her sobs quieted into small sniffs. Soon she was asleep. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Well whatever the case, he would let her sleep and get his answers in the morning.
Roxton stared down at the woman who looked all too much alike his own love. She looked around and saw they had an audience. She looked closer and realized that the clothes they wore were unlike anything she had ever seen. "Oh, um…. Well, Richard, what are these things you are wearing? What happened? They told me you were dead. That the pirates of Florin had attacked your ship a few days before. I hadn't heard from you in a week before. I was so frightened. I thought my life was over. I held on to hope that they were mistaken. I went out riding, I couldn't feel anything. Then I was kidnapped by those horrid men. But I knew you were still alive, I could still feel you. I knew then you were my true love," She stared into his eyes for a moment. He didn't say anything and it worried, who were these people with him? Could they even speak English? She looked down and saw that he was holding the ring around is little finger. "Richard, where ever did you find this?" she asked, amazed.
"You know what this is?" he replied. " Of Course I know what this is! It is the Ring of the Crown, silly! It is what marks me as Princess. My kidnappers took it and sent it to my father for proof they had me."
"Princess?" Malone finally blurted out. All of a sudden everything was making sense. She looked at him.
"Well at least I know you speak." She said to Malone. Veronica was still trying to make herself realize that this woman was not Marguerite, but it was so hard. They looked exactly alike, down to the smallest scar. 'Just remember, her clothes are different, maybe that will help, concentrate on her clothes. This isn't the same woman' Just as she thought this, the elegant, but torn robes the Princess was wearing turned into Marguerite's everyday khaki skirt and blouse. 'Great' Veronica thought. What are we going to do now?
TBC… I know kinda short not a WHOLE lot of info, but it will turn out…. As soon as I figure out what is going to happen next. OOOOO…. Funny just as I wrote this I just thought of what is going to happen! Now I have to figure out how to get there. LOL BYE! See ya!
