Consequences

Disclaimer: I in no way own anything to do with TLW and no profit is being made from it.

GRAMMAR ALERT: I'll still have grammar trouble, so please bare with me.

Summary: Marguerite has done something without the others knowledge which leads to consequences. Mostly about M&R (Heck, practically all my stories will be about them two because their the coolest in my opinion, which usually means nothing.)

Setting: after my story sweet Revenge, around season 3 or 4

Rating: PG-13, for language and violence.

A/N: Please review, don't be harsh.

A/N2: If the fact that I used a German character offends anyone, sorry, If it makes you feel better I'm half German, but I got the idea of the character from the 1st episode of TLW when Marguerite shoots the German guy in the alleyway, so blame the writers.

I hope you enjoy it. (Started: March 2003) Finished: I can't remember.

Chapter: 1

(Flash back)

"Ah, fraulein, you ruined my life."

The German man smiled hauntingly, holding the gun to the heiress's temple. With the other arm gripped around her waist.

"Oh, and how did I mange to do that?" She said sarcastically.

"Oh so you don't remember me fraulein?" He asked not surprised.

"No I don't, and really I couldn't give a damn who you're, but what the hell do you want?" She yelled through her teeth, feeling the coldness of the gun, send a chill through her body.

He pressed the gun harder against her temple.

"Who I am is the man which you should have let kill you, it wouldn't be that bad. One bullet to head and it all would have been over, it was only business." He scowled getting impatient with her struggling to escape.

"But now fraulein, now it's personal." He hissed into her ear.

The gun clicked as he was ready to shoot, but Margurite had one last plan.

"Aah!" The man yelled as she bit into his arm.

"Why you little." He gripped his bleeding hand, then once again,

Aimed his gun but was knocked over as Marguerite hit him with her fallen rifle that she had picked off of the ground. She grinned as she now had her rifle and the cowering man had none. "You stupid man! You should have stayed dead." She once more, struck him with the butt of her rifle.

"You wouldn't shoot an un armed man would you?" He asked, leaning on the ground, as he had the glint of what seemed like fear in his eyes, but was unnoticed to the heiress. Her face went cold, as she knew what she had to do. The others could never know.

You follow me all the way here to repeat it all?" "Well there's only one thing left to do." She shot him in the chest, as his body went limp. After making sure he was dead, she then had the job of dragging his carcass out to the jungle and buried him, before the raptors would appear. She then covered her tracks so no one could find out where she had been. But her body couldn't stop her body from shaking as she stared at the blood on her hands while she washed them into the stream. She was safe, safe for now…

(Present)

Marguerite's Journal: Sept 8, 1924

Who would have known that when the rain came and the river filled that it would have lead the way off? It seems that the plateau was keeping us there until our business there was done. When we all plummeted, which was a reaction of a gust of wind, one grabbing another, and the clumsiness of Ned. All we had on us was our guns and packs on our backs, which I kept my locket and few other valuable items. But poor George, he didn't get the egg he always wanted to bring back. Seeing a dinosaur in the London zoo, now that would be interesting, but I think it was good he didn't. Why Malone had practically half his journals on him is still a mystery. He's still editing them, only noting what people would believe, not the magic people, or personal moment between all of us. Sadly Veronica had nothing with her everything she had is still in the tree house. I hope it's still there. All Roxton had was his guns, but he couldn't care. He can be so sweet sometimes, he said all he needed was me and of course his webleys. At first I thought it wasn't possible but since we are now home. I'm getting married; hopefully we'll so-called "live happily after". That is if my past doesn't catch up with me, for my sake, it better not.

(A London ally)

Spoken in German

A mysterious dark haired, clean shaved man of 40, smoked as he leaned against the wall, as his shorter, lighter haired friend Robert appeared with urgent news for him.

"Günter, guess what I heard." Robert asked.

"Thomas, what is it now?" Gunter asked irritated.

Robert caught his breath as he attempted to talk.

"Well, Robert, out with it man!" Gunter demand.

"Do you remember that woman who almost killed your brother?"

"Yes, that bitch, Mrs. Smith!" Gunter said under his breath.

"Well I've heard your brother went after her on the plateau where she really did kill him this time."

"What?" "That bitch killed my brother, a mere woman killed my brother?" The man was full of rage, which made Robert stand back; he had to be careful because if he said anything inappropriate he' surely would receive a punch in the jaw. Robert continued with eagerness.

"Well now Gunter that bitch is calling herself Marguerite Krux, and tomorrow I heard she's marrying some lord fellow."

Gunter smiles deceitfully. "Good job Robert, a perfect place for some good old fashionedRevenge." Patting Thomas on the back he asked. "Oh, Robert can you do me a favor?"

"Sure." Robert answered, uneasily.

"I need you to find out where and when this wending is being held, find me when you find out." Robert nodded and hurried off. Gunter looked around and slowly started to walk down the street. "It's time to get my secret weapon, lets see here it is." Walking into a shady looking pawnshop, he looked at the rows of guns featured in the glass cases "Hmm, which one should I choose? He thought to himself, looking up to the silver-toothed seller, pointing at a newly made rifle, smiling, he said. "I'll take that one." He paid the seller and walked out.

To be continued…. Please review, please?