It was a normal day like most others, Roxton and Marguerite had gone on a small journey, not four days from the tree house. They were inspecting a series of caves that had shifted due to the ever changing plateau. Challenger, Malone, and Veronica had each their tasks as well. Challenger was due for some miracle of science, Malone was attempting to jerry-rig the water heater once more, and Veronica was visiting at the Zanga village. The seasoned explorers had been traveling non-stop for two days hoping to get to the caves before a predicted volcanic shift of some sort. It was near nightfall and Roxton had finally deemed a place worthy for sleep. They were situated under a large tree, in an open meadow, and just far enough from the dangers of the jungle life.

Penny for your thoughts? Roxton spoke as he passed Marguerite a cup of coffee

Hardly worth that.' Marguerite cocked a smile sarcastically at the rugged hunter and then patted the hunk of fallen tree beside her. 'It's hardly the Ritz but it will do'

The hunter smiled jovially at his Marguerite and accepted the seat. They sat together, the fire glistening in the dark light and simply enjoyed each other's company. They seemed to be inseparable as of late, seemed to find reasons for company more often than not. They seemed to be ridiculously happy as well. They seemed to be a lot of things. Conversations later, they finally bedded down in their small but happy compound. They didn't take the precautions that tended to plague their relationship. They slept on one blanket, under one blanket, and around each other. Things were good... ridiculously good.

Thoughts swirled in Marguerite's head; they uttered strange things like deception, injury, and death. She wasn't sure what the heck this meant, but it sure wasn't a good omen. The watched the hunter's chest rise and fall with his deep sleeping, although she really had no choice. One of his hands cupped her back while the other pinned her head to his chest. They fell asleep inches apart but as he dreamt his instincts took over, a possessive need for her. She felt so safe, so utterly secure, and it was lovely. Before coiling around her, his arms would secure her arms around him. She found this both odd and comforting. To Marguerite comfort didn't come easily. If she stirred in her sleep, as she usually did, she could sense his disturbance as well. They'd never admit this to anyone, but their bond reached places they couldn't understand. She knew his anger, his jealousy, and his guilt. He knew her inert shyness, her passion, and her restless spirit. They just knew each other. Tonight however, his arms had switched places. One hand on her head, and the other on her stomach. She feared the unknown. She feared the future.

Roxton woke up to the sheer inexhaustible pain in his leg. It felt like a bolt of lightning was thundering down on him. He opened his eyes violently, expecting to see his Marguerite, but found ten tribesmen, a bound Marguerite, and guns pointed at him.

This is just something knew I decided.. and like all of my others I couldn't get this particular story out of my head. Um.. Yeah. So YES im working on my other flicks..but this one too now. Enjoy!