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Chapter 8: The Crossing (Part Two)

They had been on the RMS St. Monessa for almost two weeks, before they finally reached Freetown in Sierra Leone. Roxton, Malone and Challenger left the ship to do some shopping. Finn couldn't come with them, although she wanted to, because she had caught flu and felt really miserable. That was why Veronica stayed aboard she looked after Finn. And Marguerite had to take care of Alasdair, because the sea had been very rough for the last hours, so the boy had gotten seasick.

"Mummy?" The little boy was lying on his bed, watching her, while she was reading a book. She looked at him.

"Yes?"

"Up, up." He said. For a moment Marguerite was confused and didn't know what her son wanted to tell her. But then she understood.

"You want to stand up?" The boy smiled at her.

"Yeah." Marguerite stood up from the sofa and helped him to get out of the bed. She knew that once a ship berthed, seasickness usually disappeared as quickly as it came. But you often felt a little shaky on your legs afterwards. She had been seasick more times than she could count, but someday it had been gone just like that. She had probably gotten used to travelling with a ship. She took her son's hand.

"What do you think? Should we go for a walk, to see what's going on around here?" The boy jumped up and down. Then he turned and pointed his finger on the rabbit, which was still lying on his bed.

"Sunny!" He said.

"Yes. Sunny can come with us, of course"

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"I can't wait to see my beloved Jessie again." Challenger said, when they were on their way back.

"I can imagine that well." Ned said smiling.

"I'm sure that she will like Alasdair and David." George remembered that Jessie always wanted to have children, but that he never felt like being a father. He knew now what he had missed.

"And the little 'Little One', of course." He added.

"By the way, how is Marguerite? I haven't seen her since the breakfast yesterday morning." John thought about sharing his worries with Challenger and Malone, but then again, why should he. It was enough, that he was sick with worry about her. He didn't want to bother the others with that. And on the other hand, he had promised Marguerite not to tell anybody and he didn't want to break that promise.

"She's fine." He said.

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"Miss Krux!" Marguerite heard from behind. She stopped and turned. Her fear proved to be right: It was Marilyn Walsingham. Marguerite put on a smile.

"Mrs. Walsingham, what a pleasure to see you." She lied.

"Thank you. My husband Robert just met an old friend of his so I thought it would be a good idea to join you." Marguerite's facial expression stayed exactly the same, but inwardly she sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Feel free to do so." She said, while she was looking what Alasdair was doing. He was rollicking about with Sunny in his hand and running around.

"Oh, Alasdair!" Mrs Walsingham said with delight. "That was his name, wasn't it?"

Marguerite nodded.

"How do you spell it?" She asked.

"A-L-A-S-D-A-I-R."

"I just asked, because my husband's cousin has got a nephew, whose name is Alistair. You know, A-L-I-S-T-A-I-R. But it's only slightly different, isn't it?"

I'm going to kill her. I'm going to kill her, Marguerite thought.

"Yes." Was all she said.

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"She is getting on my nerves! I'm not sure, that I will be friendly, if I ever meet her again. She's trying my patience. Well, she's just insufferable. That's the best word to describe her." John looked at Marguerite and tried hard not to laugh.

"And do you expect me to tell her that, if she asks, why you aren't attending dinner?"

"No, of course not! Please, John just this one time..." He gave in.

"Okay, but what are you going to eat then?" She let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so very much." She kissed him on his cheek.

"Well?" He asked again still waiting for an answer to the other question.

"I'm not hungry. I'm going to read something." John shook his head and smiled.

"You always get what you want, huh?" She smiled back at him.

"I don't settle for less, that's the simple reason."

"I love you." He said and kissed her passionately.

"The feeling is mutual." She answered and they kissed again.

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As soon as Marguerite was alone in their room her mask of contentedness and confidence was instantly replaced by nothing else but exhaustion. She didn't like to fool John, but she couldn't see another possibility. What should she tell him? 'I think there is something happening with me.' And on the other hand: How could you explain something to somebody if you yourself didn't completely understand what it was all about? Probably it was nothing and she didn't want to make a row, if it turned out to be just that.

She didn't want to think about this any longer, took the book from the table and sat down into an armchair.

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"Mo Duinne! A Leannan!" The woman shouted. This seemed to be nicknames for her children.

"Make her stop!" The man called Tuathal said. One of Tuathal's men knocked her down and the woman stopped screaming. She didn't move anymore.

"Mother!" The little girl shouted and pushed away from the men.

"Now, now, Sophia!" Tuathal said, shaking his head. The girl turned. She looked terrible. Her dark hair was wet and sticked to her head, her eyes were red from all the crying and her dress was dirty. She seemed to be surprised that this man knew her name. At that moment the baby started crying. The little girl looked at the man, who was holding her little sister.

"What are you going to do with Maggie and me?" She asked with a trembling voice.

Tuathal grinned.

"Believe me, you don't want to know..."

"Marguerite?!"

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"Marguerite?!" John asked. She woke up with a start. Her heart was racing and there was a film of cold sweat on her forehead. She relaxed when she saw that it was him.

"Yes?" She asked still trying to calm herself.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you a start. I just came by to put Alasdair to bed and you didn't look as if your dream was very pleasant."

"It wasn't." Was all she said. He held out his hand to help her stand up.

"Thanks."

"My pleasure." She walked straight to Alasdair's bed.

"Well, could you elaborate?" He asked. She ignored him and looked down on the little boy, who was already fast asleep.

"I thought he might still be awake." She said, while she stroked his hair.

"He was very tired." She returned to the livingroom and John followed her.

"Damn it, Marguerite! You can't deny that there is something wrong!" He finally said.

She looked at him in surprise. She hadn't expected him to react like this. But this time she didn't even try to lie to him. She was so fed up with it.

"Yes. Yes, there is something wrong." She sat down on their bed.

"What is it then?" He sat down next to her.

"I've told you about these dreams, which started after we had left the Plateau and the woman with this white dress..." He nodded.

"Well, I know that it sounds stupid, but I think all this is or might be real. These dreams were, strange as it sounds, about my 'sister', my 'mother' and me. But I was only a baby. It can't be memories, at least not mine. And this woman, she's in my dreams as well. Her name is Rhianne and she is from Avalon. I wonder if this has something to do with the 'Chosen One' stuff and with me being Morrigan." John was left speechless. This seemed to be a little too much than he could stand at this moment. Marguerite shook her head.

"I knew it would sound too odd. You must think I'm insane."

"No, I don't think you're insane yet I have to admit that it sounds strange. That doesn't mean I don't believe you." He took her in his arms.

"There have been stranger things." He said. She eyed him sceptically.

"What did you have in mind?" She asked.

"I don't know. The two of us ending up together, having kids and living happily ever after. Who would have thought that?" She smiled at him.

"I didn't think about the part with the kids back then, but the rest always sounded tempting to me." He laughed.

"I can hardly believe that." He drew her closer to him.

This was the first night since their departure in which Marguerite could sleep peacefully.

End Chapter Eight...

Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, but I had a lot to do for school and there's still some more to come. So it could take some time before the next chapter will be posted.

Thanks to everyone, who to took the time to read this. And special thanks to everbody, who reviewed:

Spirita: Thank you so much. I feel honoured to get the longest review. About Marilyn Walsingham: She's weird, but actually I just wanted to show that Marguerite's fears may not be justified (at least not in every case):)

keys3303: Thank you very much for your review! You gonna find out what this is all about…soon:)

A.Windsor: It was my intend to be super confusing. I love to confuse people, but I hate when people do that with me:) Thank you so much for your review. It means a lot to me.

pandagal: Thank you for reading, reviewing and liking my story! So that was Chapter 8. What do you think?

Lexie: Hehe!!! Now you get your own little text: Danke für das Review und mach auch schön weiter so… And I already said that Tuathal and Rhianne are not from the show. They are mine! And you should stop with all that criticism!

zeusfluff: Thank you very much for the review. I hope you are going to read the rest:)

TheChosenOne3: The dreams Marguerite has are… I'm not going to tell you. It would be boring if you knew it, wouldn't it? But I hope you are going to like it, because it's supernatural:) Thank you so much for your review and for the kind words.

mkrux: I'm glad you like it so far. Thanks for the review on Chapter 7. I hope you liked this one, too!

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