Ok, so I've been reading some fics and noticed these disclaimers so I
thought I wanna do one so I will! Disclaimer: I would love to own
Marguerite, Roxton, Veronica, Malone, Challenger and Finn but sadly they
belong to the TLW people ( BUT I do own Gemma (revealed v. shortly!!), and
Marguerite's parents Elita and Eamon..
7*CHILD*
The shape moved in time with quiet sobs. Slowly, Roxton got up and moved over to the corner. The child looked up at him, fear in her eyes. She couldn't have been any older than six, her face glistening with tiny moonlit tears.
Roxton bent to sit with the child but just at that moment, he heard a noise in the darkness outside their cage. There was a sharp crash of blades and the bang of Roxton's solitary gun that had been taken from him earlier that day.
Moments later, a woman ran to the bars of the cell. In the dim light, it took Roxton a while to work out who it was.
"Marguerite!"
"Bloody hell Roxton, you get yourself into some terrible situations," she shouted as she pulled at the bars violently.
"Nice to see you too my dear," he replied with sarcasm and a smile.
He moved towards the bars. "How did you get in here?" he asked, looking at the guard who lay flat on the cold stone floor.
"Long story, no time John," she muttered as she desperately searched around the desolate room for a key.
"You might want to check the guard Marguerite," he said, pointing toward the ground.
She moved to the man and carefully rolled him onto his front, shuffling her hands carelessly to find the keys.
"Got them," she cried, leaping up and fumbling with the lock. "They fit!" Slowly the gate crept open. For a moment Marguerite stood back to stare at the man she thought she had lost. She smiled, a million thoughts running through her head. Suddenly she flung herself into him, her arms flying around his neck, her lips touching his. She pushed him back against the wall, pressing her body into his. "I love you John."
"I love you," he replied. She took his hand tightly into hers as though she intended on never letting go.
"See, she's come to save us, we're free now," he announced. Marguerite stared at him with a look of utter bewilderment. He casually pointed into the corner of the cell. Marguerite looked at Roxton and then moved carefully into the shadows. The girl was still weeping, her hands covering her face. Marguerite knelt down beside her as she gradually lifted her head. Slowly, Marguerite placed her arms around the child and swayed her comfortingly.
"Everything's alright now," she whispered. "We're going to get you out of here and get you back to your family." Her words were loving and warm.
The girl sat up. "My daddy was taken," she wept.
Marguerite paused. "I'm sure he hasn't gone far," she replied sympathetically.
"The bad men took him. They kill people."
Marguerite looked to Roxton for help. "They're no match for our army," stated Roxton quietly as he crouched down next to Marguerite. "Did you know, this village has beaten those nasty men two thousand times?"
"No, really?" said the little girl with a smile. "My daddy is fighting them tonight."
"Well in that case, we're definitely going to win," comforted Roxton.
The girl smiled momentarily. She paused to think for a moment. "Do you really love each other?" she asked casually.
Roxton smiled. "Of course," he said, running a hand through Marguerite's hair.
"When did you fall in love?" asked the little girl.
"You're not nosey at all are you?" teased Marguerite.
"Well, do you want the long or the short version?"
"Long."
"Sorry wrong choice I'm afraid, we really don't have time for that." Marguerite laughed at Roxton's portrayal of their time together, and how much he had battled for her love without surrender, even through her darkest secrets.
The little girl smiled and moved into Marguerite who now sat down next to her. "Can we go now? I'm cold."
Marguerite smiled at Roxton. "Come on then," she said as she lifted the little girl into her arms. The three began to walk slowly out of the cell toward the entrance of the tunnel. "You don't half ask a lot of questions do you?"
"Daddy says I get that from mummy." She paused. "So what's your name?" she asked looking towards the tall man above her.
"His name is John or Roxton, and my name is." She was cut short by the girl.
"I know what your name is, everyone knows what your name is, you came to rescue us didn't you? You're the priestess." She looked up at Marguerite. "You're beautiful."
Marguerite smiled. "Are we allowed to ask you questions then?"
"If you like."
"So what's your name?" asked Roxton.
"Gemma,"
"That's a lovely name," commented Marguerite. "So."
"How come you have two names?"
Roxton smiled lovingly at Marguerite. This was going to be a long night.
~
Ok so this was for all those M&R fans who just wouldn't let me split them up! But just how long can they stay together?? R&R and you might just find out!!
7*CHILD*
The shape moved in time with quiet sobs. Slowly, Roxton got up and moved over to the corner. The child looked up at him, fear in her eyes. She couldn't have been any older than six, her face glistening with tiny moonlit tears.
Roxton bent to sit with the child but just at that moment, he heard a noise in the darkness outside their cage. There was a sharp crash of blades and the bang of Roxton's solitary gun that had been taken from him earlier that day.
Moments later, a woman ran to the bars of the cell. In the dim light, it took Roxton a while to work out who it was.
"Marguerite!"
"Bloody hell Roxton, you get yourself into some terrible situations," she shouted as she pulled at the bars violently.
"Nice to see you too my dear," he replied with sarcasm and a smile.
He moved towards the bars. "How did you get in here?" he asked, looking at the guard who lay flat on the cold stone floor.
"Long story, no time John," she muttered as she desperately searched around the desolate room for a key.
"You might want to check the guard Marguerite," he said, pointing toward the ground.
She moved to the man and carefully rolled him onto his front, shuffling her hands carelessly to find the keys.
"Got them," she cried, leaping up and fumbling with the lock. "They fit!" Slowly the gate crept open. For a moment Marguerite stood back to stare at the man she thought she had lost. She smiled, a million thoughts running through her head. Suddenly she flung herself into him, her arms flying around his neck, her lips touching his. She pushed him back against the wall, pressing her body into his. "I love you John."
"I love you," he replied. She took his hand tightly into hers as though she intended on never letting go.
"See, she's come to save us, we're free now," he announced. Marguerite stared at him with a look of utter bewilderment. He casually pointed into the corner of the cell. Marguerite looked at Roxton and then moved carefully into the shadows. The girl was still weeping, her hands covering her face. Marguerite knelt down beside her as she gradually lifted her head. Slowly, Marguerite placed her arms around the child and swayed her comfortingly.
"Everything's alright now," she whispered. "We're going to get you out of here and get you back to your family." Her words were loving and warm.
The girl sat up. "My daddy was taken," she wept.
Marguerite paused. "I'm sure he hasn't gone far," she replied sympathetically.
"The bad men took him. They kill people."
Marguerite looked to Roxton for help. "They're no match for our army," stated Roxton quietly as he crouched down next to Marguerite. "Did you know, this village has beaten those nasty men two thousand times?"
"No, really?" said the little girl with a smile. "My daddy is fighting them tonight."
"Well in that case, we're definitely going to win," comforted Roxton.
The girl smiled momentarily. She paused to think for a moment. "Do you really love each other?" she asked casually.
Roxton smiled. "Of course," he said, running a hand through Marguerite's hair.
"When did you fall in love?" asked the little girl.
"You're not nosey at all are you?" teased Marguerite.
"Well, do you want the long or the short version?"
"Long."
"Sorry wrong choice I'm afraid, we really don't have time for that." Marguerite laughed at Roxton's portrayal of their time together, and how much he had battled for her love without surrender, even through her darkest secrets.
The little girl smiled and moved into Marguerite who now sat down next to her. "Can we go now? I'm cold."
Marguerite smiled at Roxton. "Come on then," she said as she lifted the little girl into her arms. The three began to walk slowly out of the cell toward the entrance of the tunnel. "You don't half ask a lot of questions do you?"
"Daddy says I get that from mummy." She paused. "So what's your name?" she asked looking towards the tall man above her.
"His name is John or Roxton, and my name is." She was cut short by the girl.
"I know what your name is, everyone knows what your name is, you came to rescue us didn't you? You're the priestess." She looked up at Marguerite. "You're beautiful."
Marguerite smiled. "Are we allowed to ask you questions then?"
"If you like."
"So what's your name?" asked Roxton.
"Gemma,"
"That's a lovely name," commented Marguerite. "So."
"How come you have two names?"
Roxton smiled lovingly at Marguerite. This was going to be a long night.
~
Ok so this was for all those M&R fans who just wouldn't let me split them up! But just how long can they stay together?? R&R and you might just find out!!