(Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed this and for your help. I did goof with the dates. smacking my head here But it was a goof that you guys caught and it actually helps me out…..So many thanks to you. I got addicted to the show while I was on the treadmill at the gym and now I'm hooked lock stock and sticking barrel. And please also note, this story takes place after the last episode and I do not have Finn in it. It would only serve to complicate my story.)
Chapter 3: The Tree house
"What could be taking them so long?" Marguerite straightened out the last of the books that had fallen to the ground.
"Challenger said they had to restock some of the things that were lost." Veronica replied. "I'm surprised that the tree house didn't blow up."
Marguerite didn't answer, she just raised her hand to her neck and tried to forget. It had been three days since she woke up on the jungle ground. Her last memory was crying out Roxton's name just before the Druid priests were about to kill her.
"Well I hope they get here soon." Marguerite said as she walked to the balcony to look through the spyglass.
"And that's all you remember?" Jamie asked Challenger as they walked ahead of Abby and Roxton.
"Yes, it was extraordinary. The room was all white and man and machine had traded places. Is it like that in your time? 2005 is it?"
Jamie chuckled. "No, not at all. While machines now can do things that man had once done at a slower place, believe me, machines do not rule men."
"And then you just woke up?" Abby asked trying to keep up with the two men in front of her who had longer strides than she did.
"The man was just about to … to make some sort of incision in my skull when there was a flash of gold light and the next thing I knew I was on the jungle floor again."
Abby turned to look at Roxton. "And you? Did something similar happen to you?"
Roxton only nodded. "Didn't you read about it in my journals?"
Abby stopped so suddenly that Roxton almost knocked her over.
"Look, I realize that you don't believe who I say I am, but I'm not lying. And no, you didn't write any of it down. There was a period of time that you were very vague and by the time I was old enough to read and understand the journals, you weren't around to tell me." Abby stood with hands on her hips looking up at her great grandfather.
"Well, that was harsh. You are most definitely related to Marguerite." Roxton stepped around Abby and moved ahead of Challenger and Jamie.
"Abby, you must give him time. Things aren't always what they seem around here and Roxton is a cautious man." Challenger told him.
"He's right hon, he'll come around. You know what to do, how to explain it all to him. It's the others that will be harder to explain it all to."
Veronica and Marguerite were just about to sit down to tea when the sound of the elevator coming up informed them that Challenger and Roxton were home.
"It's about time." Marguerite said as she stood up. "Looks like they brought company."
Challenger and Jamie stepped off the elevator first and sent it back down.
"And who is this?" Marguerite asked of the handsome tall stranger with Challenger.
"I'm Jamie Challenger. Nice to meet you." He said as he shook her hand.
"Challenger? Are you a relative?" Veronica asked.
"Yes, you could say that." Challenger said as he hung up his hat. "I think we should wait for Roxton before we explain everything."
"I'm here." Roxton stepped off the elevator and stood aside revealing Abby.
"And this is?" Marguerite looked at the young lady and felt a sense of familiarity. "Have we met before?"
"Oh, you'll love this Marguerite. This is Abby. Or shall I be correct in saying Lady Abigail Marguerite Veronica Roxton, your great grand daughter."
"My what?"