Show: (Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's) The Lost World
By: Josephine Rayne
E-mail: BaSk546840@aol.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or show.
Title: The Protector's Husband
Summery: Veronica gets a vision of the future that she must stop or watch Malone die.
Chapter One: Things Aren't What They Seem
[Malone strolled hand in hand with his four year old daughter Abigail as they both combed through the thick jungle. They were on a mission, Veronica needed a certain plant to add to Summerlee's old collection. Not very far from the tree house, Ned decided to bring the small girl on the excursion. He brushed the greengage that stood in the path of the blonde youngster. Suddenly, Malone heard a noise behind them that didn't at all sound like a dinosaur or animal.
"Run or hid?" the curly headed child questioned her brow starting to wrinkle.
"Abby, hid." he whispered as the girl ran toward a nearby bush. At the same time, Malone approached the clearing, getting his weapons ready. Then a bow hit his back causing him to step forward.
"I want the protectors." the stranger said as they continued to fight. The years he spent away from his friends had allowed him to develop his skills. No longer was he so easily knocked out or wounded. Malone's arm extended and with perfect aim his knife went through the leg of his attacker. In agony he reached out and touched his foot, then seemly disappearing as quickly as he arrived.
The older blonde waited a few moments to make sure of his daughter's safety and then called his daughter out from hiding. "It's Ok now, Abby." he soothed as he lifted the frightened child up. "Let's go home, huh?" he smiled as he headed back to the path. It wasn't until moments later that he began to feel the sharp pain in his back. He paced his free hand onto the shirt and felt the warm blood seeping through his clothes. Turning his head around he did not see his attacker, which allowed him to breathe a small sigh of relief.
"Go find Mommy." Malone instructed his child, trying to place calmness into his voice. Already he could feel himself fading.
"Are you alright, Daddy?" she said wondering why her father now resided on the ground.
"I'm find sweetheart. Just bring Mama back here." Malone painstakingly counted the minutes that passed as he waited for his wife to return.
"Malone?" she finally questioned running towards her husband, making a note of how much blood now covered the ground. "Who did this?"
"He wanted the protectors. You have to keep you and Abby safe." Malone coughed weakly, then screaming as Veronica began to pull out the knife that lay embedded into his back. Abby terrified hid behind her mother's back. To Veronica, she already knew that her husband was not going to live. It was all to familiar, she remembered her father dying at this very spot not so long ago. Were protector's destined to lose their husbands? Were they destined to lose their fathers?
"I stabbed him in the leg. You can catch up to him. Make sure he doesn't hurt you or Abby." Malone cautioned coughing again weakly. "I love you." he said closing his eyes forever. "Daddy!" Abigail screamed tears streaming down her face.]
Veronica woke up with tears in her eyes. She looked over at her husband checking for signs of life. Reassured that Malone was fine she put on her robe and walked into the common room.
It had been 8 years since the explorers had gotten "lost". Now each one had resided to their fate, they realized that any life they had lived before, had long since went on without them. The world of 1922, now 1930, must of changed beyond their recollection. People, jobs, reputations were now just pages in a history book and more lost to them then they were.
They would never stop looking for a way home, but the constant need to figure out that mystery had subsided.
"Your up early." Challenger spoke from behind her, interrupting Veronica's thoughts. "Are you alright?"
Veronica preceded to tell the gingered haired man, about her horrible dream in which she saw the death of her husband.
"It's just a dream. I'm sure nothing will come of it." he said trying to comforting her.
"It wasn't a dream, Challenger." she spoke firm and serious.
"Perhaps it was just you fear of losing everyone you love?" he shook his head, what she was suggesting was completely absurd.
"This isn't women's intuition. It was a premonition." Her dream was too real, too vivid to be false.
Challenger knew that there would be no way to change Veronica's mind. "Alright, if it was a premonition we can change it."
~*~
A/N: More to come!
By: Josephine Rayne
E-mail: BaSk546840@aol.com
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or show.
Title: The Protector's Husband
Summery: Veronica gets a vision of the future that she must stop or watch Malone die.
Chapter One: Things Aren't What They Seem
[Malone strolled hand in hand with his four year old daughter Abigail as they both combed through the thick jungle. They were on a mission, Veronica needed a certain plant to add to Summerlee's old collection. Not very far from the tree house, Ned decided to bring the small girl on the excursion. He brushed the greengage that stood in the path of the blonde youngster. Suddenly, Malone heard a noise behind them that didn't at all sound like a dinosaur or animal.
"Run or hid?" the curly headed child questioned her brow starting to wrinkle.
"Abby, hid." he whispered as the girl ran toward a nearby bush. At the same time, Malone approached the clearing, getting his weapons ready. Then a bow hit his back causing him to step forward.
"I want the protectors." the stranger said as they continued to fight. The years he spent away from his friends had allowed him to develop his skills. No longer was he so easily knocked out or wounded. Malone's arm extended and with perfect aim his knife went through the leg of his attacker. In agony he reached out and touched his foot, then seemly disappearing as quickly as he arrived.
The older blonde waited a few moments to make sure of his daughter's safety and then called his daughter out from hiding. "It's Ok now, Abby." he soothed as he lifted the frightened child up. "Let's go home, huh?" he smiled as he headed back to the path. It wasn't until moments later that he began to feel the sharp pain in his back. He paced his free hand onto the shirt and felt the warm blood seeping through his clothes. Turning his head around he did not see his attacker, which allowed him to breathe a small sigh of relief.
"Go find Mommy." Malone instructed his child, trying to place calmness into his voice. Already he could feel himself fading.
"Are you alright, Daddy?" she said wondering why her father now resided on the ground.
"I'm find sweetheart. Just bring Mama back here." Malone painstakingly counted the minutes that passed as he waited for his wife to return.
"Malone?" she finally questioned running towards her husband, making a note of how much blood now covered the ground. "Who did this?"
"He wanted the protectors. You have to keep you and Abby safe." Malone coughed weakly, then screaming as Veronica began to pull out the knife that lay embedded into his back. Abby terrified hid behind her mother's back. To Veronica, she already knew that her husband was not going to live. It was all to familiar, she remembered her father dying at this very spot not so long ago. Were protector's destined to lose their husbands? Were they destined to lose their fathers?
"I stabbed him in the leg. You can catch up to him. Make sure he doesn't hurt you or Abby." Malone cautioned coughing again weakly. "I love you." he said closing his eyes forever. "Daddy!" Abigail screamed tears streaming down her face.]
Veronica woke up with tears in her eyes. She looked over at her husband checking for signs of life. Reassured that Malone was fine she put on her robe and walked into the common room.
It had been 8 years since the explorers had gotten "lost". Now each one had resided to their fate, they realized that any life they had lived before, had long since went on without them. The world of 1922, now 1930, must of changed beyond their recollection. People, jobs, reputations were now just pages in a history book and more lost to them then they were.
They would never stop looking for a way home, but the constant need to figure out that mystery had subsided.
"Your up early." Challenger spoke from behind her, interrupting Veronica's thoughts. "Are you alright?"
Veronica preceded to tell the gingered haired man, about her horrible dream in which she saw the death of her husband.
"It's just a dream. I'm sure nothing will come of it." he said trying to comforting her.
"It wasn't a dream, Challenger." she spoke firm and serious.
"Perhaps it was just you fear of losing everyone you love?" he shook his head, what she was suggesting was completely absurd.
"This isn't women's intuition. It was a premonition." Her dream was too real, too vivid to be false.
Challenger knew that there would be no way to change Veronica's mind. "Alright, if it was a premonition we can change it."
~*~
A/N: More to come!