"Blankeney! St. Just! You're up next!" Professor Regent's voice rang out through the classroom.

Both Marguerite and Percy turned to look at the colorfully-garbed man in front of them. He raised his eyebrows. "I trust you finished your script? You did request to combine your outlines, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir!" Marguerite said quickly, pulling a bound stack of papers from her backpack.

She grabbed Percy's arm and pulled him to his feet, dragging him to the front of the class with her. Percy was once again wearing his dark shades, gave a dramatic yawn once they were at the front of the class and stuck his hands in his pockets.

Marguerite cleared her throat and decided to start. "Well, originally Blake's outline was a romance about an estranged couple, which ended rather badly. And mine was an adventure story which took place during the French Revolution. It also ended rather badly. However, when we combined the two, we decided that a tragic ending did not fit the flow of the story at all. After all the hell we put the characters through, they deserved a happy ending."

"Good, good," Professor Regent said, "So what is your final product about, then?"

Marguerite smiled. "Well, it starts in France. People, aristocrats, are being led to the guillotine daily. But there's this mysterious Englishman who disguises himself and manages to smuggle some of them out before they're executed. And there's this poem. Actually, Blake wrote it..."


"Is it just me, or did some of your script sound a little bit familiar?" Andrew asked Marguerite and Percy as the three of them sat inside the Fisherman's Rest later that day.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Marguerite said innocently.

"A mysterious figure who smuggles innocent people away from their deaths?" Andrew reiterated, "Sounds like someone I know."

"You're imagining things," Marguerite said with a smirk.

"Yes, really, Foulkes. Who would be crazy enough to risk their life constantly like that?" Percy asked.

Andrew just smiled and leaned back, crossing his arms.

"I really liked the couple though," Marguerite said, turning to Percy at her side.

"Really? Why's that?" Percy asked.

"It's just, even though they had their share of problems at first, they really did love each other. They would do anything for each other."

Percy gave her a half smile. "And that will never change."

He gave her light kiss, that only lingered for a second, but Marguerite still savored it.

Suddenly a newspaper was slapped down on the table. "You guys! The Scarlet Pimpernel struck again!" came Susie's voice from behind them.

She hopped over the back of the booth and to Andrew's side. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and she giggled and blushed, but then quickly turned her focus back to the paper.

"Three people this time!" she cried, "Three!"

"Really?" someone asked, coming up behind them.

"Who were they?" someone else wondered, also approaching.

"Why was the Republic after them?"

"How did he do it?"

Soon the entire restaurant was buzzing. Percy just sat sleepily in his place, leaning back with his hands folded over his chest. Marguerite, noticed his nonchalance and leaned towards him.

"A job well done, good sir," she said into his ear.

He turned his head towards her and lifted his glasses so she could see his bright blue eyes. He gave a small smile. "Why thank you, m'lady."

"You just be careful though," Marguerite said, "I don't know what I'd do if you ever got caught."

Percy wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Don't worry. The Scarlet Pimpernel never gets caught remember? Because: They seek him here/ They seek him there/ Those Frenchies seek him everywhere/ Is he in heaven?/ Or is he in Hell?/ That damned elusive Pimpernel."

Marguerite smiled leaned her head on his shoulder. "And don't you forget it."


The End! Huzzah! It's done! I know, the cliche ending for The Scarlet Pimpernel with the poem, but I couldn't think of anything else. Whatever. I hope you liked the story!