Disclaimer: The characters and relationships between the characters from the Tarzan books and the movies are copyright of Edgar Rice Burroughs and Disney. I only own any fanfiction characters.

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Category: Disney (Tarzan)
Genre: Romance/Action/Adventure
Rating: PG
Summary: More strangers encounter the African jungle, but what do they want? One of the humans finds herself rather attracted to Tarzan, but how can she remove Jane from the picture so she can be with him?

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Part Two

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Jane sighed slowly as she recalled on this story. She had remembered exactly what had been spoken, what had been counted on. She knew that Tarzan had caught his first cold that week. And she could also remember that he wasn't incredibly impressed about it. The fact that he had to stay in bed for so long bored him; he needed to be free, whistling through the trees at top speed, catching the breeze, feeling the liana gripped tightly between his strong, knuckled hands. Jane understood that he was naturally curious, and also rather impatient and restless. He could never really stand in one place too long unless he could help it. Tarzan hated having a cold.

From her earlier position, Jane switched her hands that her cheek was resting in, as she stared out over the sunrise.

It's so beautiful here, she realised. I can just come to terms why that Tarzan was so resolute to getting out of bed. He's not accustomed to staying inside.

A short, tantalising breeze blew softly through the trees and past Jane's hot cheeks. She sighed again, suddenly feeling on top of the world. She felt as if nothing could break her down. She was so high up...she was flying, soaring through the vines and plunging through the canopies, arms outstretched...catching the breeze...

"Oh!" a sharp gasp of a cry escaped Jane's lips as she felt something grab her by the waist. She blinked a few times in surprise, her blue eyes dazed at being able to be reachable from so high up inside. She jumpily gazed down at what was holding her, but as soon as she recognised what she had become prisoner to, she giggled in relief. Holding her gently around her waist were two, strong hands, tanned from the jungle heat and knuckles bent in gorilla form.

"Sorry," Tarzan smirked as he smiled from behind his wife. "Did I scare you?"

At the sound of his deep, soothing voice in her ear, Jane felt her cheeks burn as they always found a way to whenever Tarzan was near. "Quite," she barely whispered, caressing her hands over his grip.

"Guess what, Jane?" Tarzan asked playfully, realising her discomfort and placing his calming hands around her arms instead. "I'm not sick anymore."

Jane spun around, her pretty features brightening at his words. "Oh, Tarzan, dear," she smiled. "That's wonderful." She glanced around unnoticeably with her eyes, not really precise on the best place to focus. "I suppose that means that you'll be back to parading around the jungle again?" she questioned, her tone a little hopeful. She really didn't like the idea of holding him back from something she knew he loved.

Tarzan's face lit up with a pleasant smile. "I hope so," he responded, gazing lovingly into her eyes. "But I'm glad I can do something else too."

Bending down to her rosy cheek, he placed his lips against her soft skin in a warm kiss. Jane giggled again, this time because she had been waiting for this moment for eight days. Tarzan had been forbidden to kiss her due to his condition. Jane was defiant not to let him pass the cold onto her, no matter how more immune she was.

Jane finally locked her focus onto Tarzan's sky eyes, cheeks pink from embarrassment. "Yes, well..." she murmured softly. "I'm glad too." The warmth of his hands around her arms forced her to perform an endearing smile, one that she couldn't wipe away, no matter which way she paid attention to.

Tarzan suddenly took her by shock, as his handsome face suddenly changed into a smiling, determined frown. To Jane's surprise, he placed both hands under her green dress and scooped her into his arms. "Oh! Oh." Jane managed to utter, as she placed both hands around Tarzan's neck, looking worriedly into his face. "I say, Tarzan," she laughed gently. "I never realised you'd be this ecstatic."

With an innocent smirk, Tarzan ran across the wooden platform of the treehouse, jumping onto the rail before using his leg power to leap off into the air!

"Waah-urrgh-argh!" Jane squealed as they plummeted towards green blurs and brown smudges, the scenery dissolving as the air whipped her face. She really couldn't understand why Tarzan kept giving her these surprise experiences. Perhaps he was attempting for her to become used to them.

She felt the movement become more stable as she felt herself gliding, not falling. Opening her eyes one at a time, she saw that Tarzan had managed to cling onto a passing vine, and had begun to drift easily through the trees. She sighed in relief, but then thought hard. Why had she waited eight days for this to occur?!

"Oh," she managed to whisper. "Phew."

Glancing upwards at the apeman, she managed to tap him on the arm lightly, still resting in his safe grip as his arms supported her shoulders. Confused, Tarzan gazed down at her, his head tilted to one side in question.

"Erm...Tarzan? Can we just...stop for a teeny second, please?" Jane managed to gasp out, the pounding of her heart finally kicking in.

A slight squint coming to his face, Tarzan reached up, still holding Jane safely, and placing the soles of his feet to the creeper, he projectiled both of them through the air once more. A scream lodged itself in Jane's throat, but she couldn't remove it, due to the sudden force of landing that sent waves through her young body.

"Oh...oh." She uttered again, as she felt gentle hands place her back onto a strong bough. She gazed around at her surroundings. She was being held in a stable tree, with canopies that hung all around the trapes. She let all her breath out, and then fussily began to straighten out her dislodged hair.

Tarzan suddenly leapt in front of her on hands and feet, moving closer towards her, his blue eyes searching her face for answers. "Why did we stop?" he eventually asked, pulling himself into an easy crouch, his puzzled face mixed up with a mild frown.

"Oh. Of course." Jane rested herself onto her knees, smiling sweetly. "The journey was just...a little too...oh, what's the word - ? Erm...exhilarating for me," she admitted, twiddling her slender fingers in discomfort.

Tarzan's face gained more uncertainty as his eyes glanced sideways, unsure of what to say next. "Ex-hil-ar-at-ing," he attempted, sounding out the word in simple syllables.

Jane let out a lone giggle but quickly smothered it with the palm of her hand. "Erm...exhilarating. It means...thrilling. Too much procedure. I...was getting rather.."

"Frightened?" Tarzan finished, at once looking and sounding rather guilty.

"Well, not so much frightened, as it happens," Jane began, trying to cheer up his solemn expression. "More or less...well...shall we say- exciting. It was a little too much for me, to be honest."

Tarzan at once raised his eyebrows from their past position, coming to the conclusion. "Oh," he nodded, before then letting his brows fall into a very blameworthy way, glancing downwards at the branch soulfully. "I'm sorry." His voice sounded very subdued, as if he actually knew that this would lead to dismay.

Jane's face fell as she saw how miserable Tarzan looked. Her eyebrows quickly narrowed in concern as her voice expressed deep pity. "Oh, no-no," she broke in comfortingly, edging over toward him on hands and knees, placing her soft hand against his cheek. "I never meant it like that."

Tarzan glanced upwards into his wife's eyes. They shone with a brilliant blue, swallowing the ocean inside them. He blinked quickly, seeing them smile kindly back at him, full of meaning. He ran his eyes over her smiling, rosy face, her perfect features, her warm, light brown hair, her sweet smile. She's so beautiful. He thought to himself. I'm lucky to be here right now. I don't want to be anywhere else. Tarzan could never forget that she was always kind, talented and trusting. He had always told himself that sometimes many may appear beautiful, but it is not on looks on which a person is counted for. Still, there was no doubt that Jane managed to obtain both reasons on the matter.

The words slipped out on the humid breeze. "I love you," Tarzan murmured, his deep voice floating through the wind. His expression never changed.

Jane blinked, aghast, wondering what in heavens name that that had to do with the conversation. But as she pondered over the words, she felt her heart beating softly with consideration, her cheeks burning with awkwardness. It really was very sweet, thinking of after all of this; he still managed to get into her good books. He would always do or say something thoughtful. She smiled tenderly at him, enjoying the rich tone of his words, the way he said them. She suddenly felt special.

"Yes," she sighed out, seeing his expression brighten slightly into a charming smile. "I love you too."

At this, Tarzan placed his own, strong but gentle hand over the position of where Jane's was placed against his cheek, a real, meaningful smile breaking over his features. He carefully raised it from his brown skin, and then lovingly brought his wife into a redeeming embrace. It was here in each other's arms where they knew they really belonged. Both in each other's eyes. Both in each other's hearts.

Two worlds combined.


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Finally giving in to the task of letting Jane emerge from the height of the tree limbs, Tarzan began to make his way back through the jungle again with his wife at his side. He had noticed, very much so in fact, that the jungle seemed to be all too quiet.

He frowned as he glanced around, his nostrils flaring, detecting any sign of scent as to what was going on. In the meantime, Jane had started up a conversation of her own.

"Tarzan? Do you recall those poachers that arrived not so long ago?"

He gazed up at her, bracing himself from his accustomed primate pose and standing upright beside her. "Yes. Why?"

"Well, I was just...oh, this sounds so silly-erm...do you think that they...well...were driven off completely?"

Tarzan frowned a little in confusion. "I don't know what you mean," he finally confessed, cocking his head to an angle for an explanation.

"Well," Jane began again, straightening out her dress, biding time for a reasonable reply. "What I mean to say, is it seems rather extraordinary that they didn't return for a succeeding attempt. They just...vanished. They haven't revisited in over a week. What if they had come here for a reason? Don't you think it's a little odd?"

Tarzan thought about this, his pondering expression full of puzzlement. "Well," he started. "I guess it is a little strange. They looked like they really wanted something," he trailed, starting to sound a trifle suspicious.

"What?" Jane thought aloud, placing a forefinger to her cheek. "What could they possibly want?"

But at that moment, a large horn blew. A ship's horn. Jane looked up immediately, and Tarzan at once placed his hands onto her shoulders supportively, glowering in bewilderment.

"Good heavens!" Jane exclaimed, biting her lip with worry. "That sounded like a boat docking! But...at this hour? I sincerely doubt that Monsieur Dumont is here. I recall him saying he went away on business."

Tarzan squinted up at the sun in wonder, checking the movement of the clouds, the shade of the sky, the direction in which shadows cast. "It's too early," he managed to inform, his blue eyes scanning the area. "Boats never come this early."

"Then...what is one doing here?" Jane asked, her tone shaking with her every nerve, her hands wringing in anxiety.

"I'm not sure," Tarzan replied, squeezing her shoulders for comfort. "But I'm going to find out." He turned to face Jane again, his face full of warmth. "Wait here," He instructed gently.

But at once, Jane's eyes widened in disbelief. "No," she refused in a horrified whisper. "Please...I want to go."

But Tarzan shook his head slowly, placing a warm hand to her cheek for security. "Wait here," he murmured again, his sky eyes shining into hers.

Jane sighed reluctantly, but her expression still seemed rather longing. "Very well," she uttered, her voice sloped with worry. "Go."

Tarzan kissed her gently on the forehead before gazing back at her again. "I'll be right back," he told her, and then quickly removed his hands from her and began to dash away with great speed and agility, vanishing into the green depths.

Jane hugged herself nervously, biting her lip with dread. "Please be careful," she whispered to herself, beginning to feel the worst already before it had even happened. "Please."

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The boat docked sharply, causing it to make a gentle, knocking sound against the walkway. The horn blew once again, as a make way for departure to the passengers on board.

Heavy footsteps were heard coming through the railing walk, until the door to the surrounding pathway of the boat opened sharply, and a figure stepped out. He glanced around uncertainly, his strict, firm features tightened in a look of disgust as he took in the jungle view. He ran a hand over his short black hair and sneered, his brown eyes taking in every tree, every green canopy, every screeching parrot.

"Ghastly," he muttered to himself, straightening out his two-piece suit with loathing. "Positively repulsing."

Just then, more footsteps neared as another figure opened the door and stood behind the man. This time it was a young woman, wearing a long, lilac dress, a suitable fashion for dignified Victorian ladies. Her chestnut hair was looped and wavy, locks flowing down over her shoulders. Her light blue boots tapped incredulously as she heard the last comments repeated that she managed to catch.

"Repulsing?" she questioned rather shrilly, her pretty face shining with the sights. "Really, Father. I find it all so...fascinating." Her sea green eyes shone with delight as she gazed with wonder at the smooth green canopies, the noises and the beauty that fell before her. "It's magnificent," she breathed, sighing slowly.

The man gave his daughter a stern look. "Indeed," he replied sourly. "I'm thrilled that someone here finds this Neanderthal habitat incredible, Olivia."

Olivia sighed again, but this time there was a slight hint of sadness hidden in. "You don't understand things the way I do," she whispered, the soft wind bustling through her attractive curls. "No one does."

Another man from the front of the boat was helping to unload the supplies for camp. "All clear down 'ere, Mr Greenway!" he shouted up to him. "Where should I put this 'ere book?" he held up a pressing book high above his head in both hands.

At once, Olivia's eyes grew wide with horror. "Oh-oh-wait!" she flustered, quickly clomping down the gangway in her boots and heading towards the man. "Terribly sorry, Cornelius," she informed desperately. "But that's my property."

"Right then, Miss!" Cornelius replied, handing her the book with a puzzled look. Then he whispered to her: "Better not lose it, looks like it's valuable to yer."

Olivia stared at the book sadly, feeling a wave of depression weave over her. "Yes," She whispered unhappily. "It is."

The book was in fact a flower-pressing portfolio. The young girl loved wildflowers, and collected many kinds of domestic and tropical plants whenever she could-whether it was taking an outing in the woods or coming on an expedition with her father, Lord Sigmund Greenway. Olivia knew that she was needed for her father's certain kind of authority, but she could get the feeling that she wasn't wanted.

"My mother used to help me with it," she told Cornelius with a weak smile. "She assisted me with it whenever she...she could." She felt warm tears beginning to creep into her eyes, so she turned her head slightly to hide them.

Cornelius nodded understandably. "She was a good miss, Lady Catherine," She told her supportively. "A good miss." He then got back to moving some of the bigger boxes and crates with the help of some other men who began to emerge from the boat.

Sighing depressively, wiping salty tears from her cheeks, Olivia placed the portfolio inside her clothes chest, shutting the lid tightly with a pleasant click. She clasped her hands together tightly, the soft, humid jungle breeze swaying through her hair like some sort of dance. Olivia could remember her mother, Lady Catherine Greenway. She was always there for her, helping her with her flower pressing or perhaps reading together; Olivia was extremely fond of Jane Austen novels.

But when she died of pneumonia, it was hard to believe that she didn't feel an orphan. Her father, she remembered, never seemed to care for her that much. He always called her a "bothersome delinquent", and never asked her what she felt, unlike her mother. There were times when Olivia thought that her father didn't love her at all. She was just discarded when she wasn't out of the way. Maybe he used Mummy to push me aside, thought Olivia bitterly. And now she's gone then he just pretends that I don't exist. My feelings and needs aren't important to him.

Olivia could remember how that, being an only child, her mother was always occupied with her, telling her fascinating facts about nature and love. Olivia loved to her the sound of her sweet, mellow voice, and how Lady Catherine used to call her "dewdrop". A special nickname that she reserved just for her little princess.

Olivia thoughtfully tucked a curl of her reddish-brown hair behind her ear, observing the bustle of the box lifting and the crate carrying. I'm not wanted here, she wondered to herself dejectedly. I'm not wanted anywhere. No one needs me for anything.

Whirling around, her sea green eyes fell on the lush atmosphere, the calling birds, the thick, hollow trees, the swaying vines and the jungle air.

No one would really mind if I just explored it for a little while by myself, she thought mischievously. I shan't venture off very far, and if anyone asks where I went, I'll just tell them that I went flower hunting. This seemed rather a grand idea, so, being careful not to be seen by anyone, she crept silently away, into the lush shrubbery.

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Tarzan, meanwhile, had managed to make his way down to the boarding docks. Sniffing slightly, trying to catch the scent of anything suspicious, his eyes buried under a deep frown, he pushed past through damp leaves as he heard shouts and hushed talking coming from the docking boat. Carefully, he remained in the shadows and began to eavesdrop on their conversations.

"Well, it seems like you boys are doing a jolly good job. Carry on."

"Pardon us, Lord Greenway, but we were jus' wondering something abou' all this 'ere."

"All...what, exactly, Thomas?"

"The permission to board 'ere. I thought you said yesterday that there'd be other 'elpers already 'ere to 'elp us with all o' this."

"Other helpers? Permission? Oh, my dear fellow, you are quite mistaken. In case you don't recall...are not SUPPOSED to be here, you dolt! Remember?!"

Tarzan had seemed quite surprised by this loud remark, and frowned harder, although he felt quite worried about the man's cold tone of voice. He heard the man's dynamic shrink into a whisper, and his keen ears picked up what was being said.

"Now, listen up. No one is to know that we are here. The gentleman in charge of this dock is a certain Monsieur Renard Dumont, and he is away on business. You see gentleman, that is the entire fact why I chose to travel to Africa at this certain time! If you haven't disfunctured head injuries then you ought to understand. We need to find the missing arti-"

"Lord Greenway! Lord Greenway!" came a frantic shout, and Tarzan felt annoyed at the hushed voice being cut off. He simply frowned harder and began to listen in once more.

"What is this?! Archibald-I thought I told you..."

"Begging your pardon, Lord Greenway, but Miss Olivia is gone!"

"Gone? Gone-what do you mean, 'gone'?!"

"Honest, sir! She was standing right by the gangway! I took my eyes off her for a minute, and then the next..."

Tarzan decided that he had heard enough. If they were going to be searching for this; 'Olivia', then they may discover his hiding spot. Darting away from the clearing, he patrolled back into the green plants that were concealing the heart to the jungle.

They can't be here for a good reason, Tarzan thought to himself. Dumont doesn't know that they are here, and...what were they talking about afterwards? Something they were trying to find. I knew I was right before. Those men are searching for something. But what?

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Olivia had walked quite a distance into the forest, taking in every sound, every depth, and every leaf. "It's so beautiful," she murmured to herself, gathering up her satin skirts as she stepped over a mossy log. She travelled her eyes to the leafy ground, tiny leaves poking their heads above the soil. She smiled sweetly as she saw hungry parrots flapping overheard, on the hunt for something to eat.

"I can't see why Father dislikes this so much," she wondered aloud, talking soothingly to herself to give herself confidence. "He needn't ought to. He should enjoy the beauty of nature, not the malice of it."

As she turned slowly about to catch the breathtaking view of the golden sunlight dappling through the canopy leaves, she heard a gentle snort sound in front of her.

"Oh, my!" she proclaimed aloud, whirling around with a sharp gasp, her eyes filled with shock. On her turning she caught the toe of her boot on a tree root and fell onto the soft floor with a sharp bump.

"Oofgh," she gasped out, her curly locks flowing over her shoulders. Raising her head dazedly, she saw that she was looking straight into two beady black eyes. She drew her breath in with a shuddering gasp, only to focus on the curious face of a baby rhino.

"Oh," she uttered kindly, pushing herself up to a kneeling position, checking out the baby in wonder. "Wherever did you appear from?" she asked gently, tickling the calf under the chin. The baby snorted and scraped at the soil with delight at the soft feeling.

"Are you lost?" she wondered aloud. The baby rhino let out a low whine.

"Oh, you poor darling," she comforted, beginning to stroke his back with understanding. "That's what you get for wandering off now, isn't it? Hmm. Maybe we can find your parents," she began to murmur to herself, looking overhead and around the clearing for a sign of the herd, or at least some footprints.

"What...?" a low whisper flew out of her mouth as she heard heavy, pounding footsteps coming towards her. Her eyes flew open with fright as she heard the hammering coming nearer and nearer.

The calf suddenly let out a high-pitched squeal, and Olivia instantly placed her pale arms around his armoured body for protection, although she secretly wished that someone were shielding her also...

CRASH! The owner's footsteps had now greeted the two by trampling through a region of bushes, causing several pieces of debris to fly to one side. It was a large, grey rhino, scraping at the ground furiously, its black eyes eyeing the scene between Olivia and the calf. It automatically let out a ferocious growl, strong dust billowing out of its humongous nostrils. It looked very angry.

With a nervous gulp, Olivia whispered to the baby, still keeping her fear-frozen eyes on the large beast. "I...is this your m...mummy?" she motioned to him, her voice shaking in a shrill squeak. With a weak smile, she released the baby, who immediately ran over to his mother with a loud whine. The female rhino nuzzled her calf, her face now longer cross. She almost seemed to be smiling.

"Well!" Olivia exclaimed in a jittery tone, dusting her hands off and beginning to back away. "It was all very lovely meeting you both, but...due to the circumstances I really must dash!"

All whilst she was reciting this, the female rhino glared murderously at her, more steam exploding from its nostrils, a frightening snarl emerging from her throat. She hoofed the floor with fury.

Olivia's face breaking out into a terrified expression, she could sense what was about to happen. Scooping up her lilac skirts quickly, she began to run back deeper into the jungle. "TA-TA!" she squealed, sprinting clumsily over broken tree roots and dirt mounds.

Her pants weren't enough to block out the scary sound she heard next. Clambering, pounding hooves were thundering towards her. The rhino was charging!

"NOOOO!" Olivia wailed, pushing past branches and low hanging vines. "NOO! HELP ME! SOMEONE-HEEEELP!"

In frenzy, she kept darting as fast as her boots could take her, tripping, stumbling and skidding over mossy ground and upraised shrubs. Foolishly, she turned her head behind her, over her shoulder, to see how far ahead she was of her pursuer. But soon, she realised she had made a big mistake. Her foot collided with open air!

"OHHHHH!" she managed to moan as she plummeted through the jungle sky! The wind whipped horribly at her face as she fell, her frightened green eyes glancing at the nearing ground, which was getting closer every second!

"ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH-OOOOOHHHH-HEEEELP!" she pleaded, her arms flailing the wind, trying to reach out for something-anything, to grab onto. But there was nothing. She squeezed her eyes shut as she plummeted, water spilling out of them from the pressure of the wind. She never knew that she would leave like this, but it was true.

She was going to die.