Authors Note: Hello to everyone. First off I want to start by thanking those who reviewed. I loooooooooove reviews but then again who doesn't. =)

-A. Windor

Finn IS right. But lets face it, does anyone ever REALLY listen to the youngest. ;)

- Barbie dahl3

I think that on the Lost World its safe to say that 9 out 10 guests will be trouble.

-TheChosenOne3

You're right Finn does have a lot more common sense then the rest of them. I think she's a realist.

-MissMeganJane and Keyes3303

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Ok and now Authors Note #2: I made up Roxton's parents names'. And I created a fake place/country/state/ whatever. Its exact location will be explained in future chapters. Oh and the year is 1926, according to me they arrived on the plateau in 1919. I don't know if that's right or not. You can send me the right year and I'll fix it. Its not really critical to the story but just in case anybody really cares. =)

And without further ado....

"Holly?"

The woman said in a whispered voice as she began walking towards Marguerite who stood a few feet away.

"Sweetheart..." she continued "what are you doing her...no...." she said as she stood before Marguerite who now had a wary look on her face.

The other explorers looked a bit confused but they had in the past few days come to trust this bedraggled woman they'd found nearly dead on the trail. So they said nothing but continued to file in from the elevator.

"No .....not Holly." she said as she reached out as if to touch Marguerite's hair then pulled back. She was looking at her intently. Her eyes boring into Marguerite's.

".....But definitely one of Belle's....Oh god!..." she whispered "...oh my god..." a long moment followed as the woman's eyes filled with tears, "Marguerite?..." she said as she pulled the younger woman into her arms, holding her close she added in a breathy voice, "oh god Marguerite?..." .

She held her tightly as if she never wanted to let go. Marguerite glared at her fellow explorers, Challenger, Veronica, and Finn but they made helpless motions. None of them knew what could cause such odd activity in their companion. Finn sent Veronica a knowing look. The latter returned a glare.

When the woman pulled back there were tears in her eyes. "Please," she said in a tense voice on the edge of tears, "please tell me Belle found you. Please tell me you know her. Tell me it didn't end like that."

Marguerite shrugged out of the woman's embrace. "I'm sorry lady but I don't know what your talking about. How do you know my name?"

"oh god" she said and covered her face with her hands.

"There, there now there's no need for this." Challenger said as he took her by the shoulders and led her to the couch a few feet away. "I'm sure whatever it is we'll be able to work it out."

The woman shook her head, "No" she said "not unless you can rewrite history" she sniffled and looked up her gaze seeking Marguerite's. "You have his eyes. She loved his eyes. She always said you'd have them, that you were daddy's little girl even in the womb."

Marguerite paled and the others in the room stilled. Roxton who had been watching from the kitchen joined his pregnant wife, putting an arm around her. From the safety of Roxton's hold Marguerite said in a tense voice, "I don't understand what you're talking about. who are you? How do you know me?"

"Oh honey...a great injustice has been done to you." she said pitifully before burying her face in her hands again.

"This is Karla Veloz. We found her on the trail last week." Challenger said obviously trying to ease the tension.

"She was de-hydrated and had gotten separated from her group." Veronica said softly.

"...as usual." was Finn's contribution.

Ned was still at the Zanga Village where he'd been for the past week, collecting something for the professor. So all but he of the explorers were now congregated in the main room, staring at the small, dark haired woman who sobbed into her hands.

Silence befell the tree house, all that was heard was the quiet sniffling of Karla's tears.

"I'm sorry." she said after a moment. "I relived it all there for a second." She was obviously trying to gain control of herself.

Marguerite walked over and sat down next to her.

"What did you re-live?" she asked the woman softly

Karla turned to her, "you're so beautiful, just like her. Oh god."

"Veloz... as in The Spanish House of Veloz" Roxton cut in a bit harshly.

Tears streaming down her face, Karla nodded. "Yes." She was silent then she said firmly, meeting Roxton's gaze, "You are her husband?"

"Yes" he said firmly

She nodded, then looked to Marguerite again and smiled shakily. "Stand with me darling." She said softly.

Marguerite complied, even allowing the woman to take her hand. There was something about her that inspired trust.

Lifting her hand slightly Karla proclaimed slowly, emphasizing each word, in a royal voice, "May I present to you, Lady Marguerite Isabella Messina of the House of Mendoza. Daughter of Lady Isabelle Gabriella Reyes of the House of Mendoza and Lord Christopher Messina. Sole Heir to the Messina Fortune and the titled Princess of Azania."