Hidden World
by: veggie_5 :)

Disclaimer: How can I own something I can't even watch?! Stupid tv station won't show TLW cuz of stupidness... oops... did i let that slip out? *shrugs sheepishly* No. I don't own it. I can't even watch season 3 for goodness sake! The story idea... i don't even know if i should claim i own that... so what exactly do i own? well... i have a whole lotta debt from university... if you want to take that, be my guest. ;)

Pairing: M/R of course! what else would it be? :)

A/N: This is dedicated to all the wonderful LW fic writers and especially to Maggie! You are the BEST! :) You can't begin to imagine how much I depend on you to find out what's happening on TLW... and I think it was prolly your fic that first inspired me to write this...

A/N2:This is my absolute FIRST The Lost World fic ever! I never thought I would be able to write anything for TLW but i guess my muse decided it was time to give Marguerite and Roxton some attention. :) yay! I'll be honest with you, after reading this, it seems like i'm taking forever to get to where i want it to actually start. (uh... make sense?) So please be patient with me. I'm working towards something, ppl. Please please review! Since it's my first LW fic I don't know how i'm doing. but NO FLAMES! that's just mean. if you want to help me improve, constructive critism is fine, also suggestions and ideas are welcome... but flames... those will be put out with my handy fire extinguisher...

Now that i've rambled on enuff... we return you to our regularly scheduled program now in progress...

"Marguerite! Will you stop dawdling around and help me find those plants that Challenger wanted?"

"My dear, Roxton, what fun would there be in doing that?" She smirked as she flipped her hair and sauntered off in the opposite direction. Roxton stood there dumbfounded. That woman will be the death of me yet! He sighed as he continued his search. Marguerite infuriated him beyond his wits, yet he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he thought about Marguerite during her less temperamental moments. True, they were sparse and quick lived, but those were the moments when she trusted him enough to let her guard down and let him see the real her.

He stared into space, recalling just last week when she had excused herself early from the dinner
table and stood on the balcony.


Curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had followed her. Leaning against the doorpost, he saw her take off her necklace and clutch it to her chest. With her head bowed down and her
shoulders hunched forwards, she sighed deeply and continued to stand almost motionless except for the bob of her shoulders as she inhaled and exhaled. Roxton's heart broke at the sight of Marguerite, HIS Marguerite, in pain (even though he would never admit that out loud). He knew he would never fully understand the pain Marguerite bore on her shoulders, but he wanted to understand, wanted her to confide in him. They both stood in silence for a while until a small whisper escaped her lips, "Why?..."

She had sounded like a lost little child, and all Roxton wanted to do was to take away her sadness. He took a step towards her when the floorboard creaked slightly. Marguerite's head
shot up and she whirled around to find Roxton's handsome face looking on with concern etched in his eyes.

"Dear God! What are you trying to do, John? Give me a heart attack?!"

"I... I was...uh... I mean..." Roxton fumbled to come up with an entire sentence, but the words
just wouldn't come out.

Marguerite rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. "Just how long have you been standing there?"

"Marguerite, I just wanted to..." Roxton voice softened, but was quickly interrupted.

"Look, I don't need you to coddle me like a helpless child. I'm a big girl, John."

*Don't I know it.* Roxton thought quietly. But instead of voicing his thoughts he looked directly into her eyes and spoke gently. "I know you are Marguerite. But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here." He expected her to snap at him with another biting remark, but to his surprise she smiled as she walked to him.

Placing a hand on his shoulder and with all the sincerity in her heart she whispered, "Thank you."

**end of flashback**

Now she was back to her usual self. Always looking for the next "shiny thing" that caught her eye. "Don't wander off too far, Marguerite." He shouted to her retreating form.
Marguerite smiled as she heard Roxton's voice. Always the protector, he was. She couldn't help
but admire the way he was always looking out for her safety. It was just another reasons why she lov... She stopped her train of thought as something out of the corner of her eye glittered.
Hypnotized by its shimmer, she walked cautiously towards it.



Whew... if you made it all the way here... kuddos to you! :) anywho... see that small little purply-blue button...?
yah the one down there... please review..



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