Love Song

*- I don’t own any of the characters, I’m just borrowing them.
*-“Love Song” One of my favorite Pink songs.

Love Song

I’ve never written a love song
That didn’t end in tears

There had been many men in her life, few with good intentions, but most were not the honorable sort. She was used to pretending, hiding under the mask of the cold, selfish society heiress. While the other girls at St Anne’s gushed about going home at Christmas and the men who came to their door, Marguerite would sequester herself in the library, hiding her pain behind the endless walls of books.

The years passed and she forced herself to suppress her true feelings, any sign of weakness would have endangered her missions. Then she walked into the Zoological society and declared that she would fund the expedition, not knowing that these complete strangers would become her family.

The reporter Ned Malone, the jungle girl Veronica Layton, and the professors Arthur Summerlee and George Challenger were her family. Then there was the hunter, Lord John Roxton.

If they were back in London, he might have been another affair, another man that would have appeared and disappeared before she knew what was happening. Here in this lost world, their previous reputations and lives were gone. But he was still a lord and she was not even close to who and what Lady Roxton should be.

“Get that thought out of your head, right now. You’re here for a reason” a voice in her head reminded her.

She had to get him out of her head.

“I’m going for a swim” she announced.

“I’m going with you” John grabbed his gun off the rack.

“Must I remind you, Lord Roxton, I am perfectly capable of taking of myself?” she asked.

“With a jungle full of predators and savages, I don’t think so” she begrudgingly allowed him to follow her.

Maybe you’ll rewrite my love song
If you can replace my fears

She would never tell him, but she was grateful he was with her.

“Water’s clear” he checked the lake for signs of life.

I need your patience and guidance
And all your lovin’ and more
When thunder rolls through my life
Will you be able to weather the storm?

The attraction was mutual, that was obvious. She had so much in her past, if they truly knew who she was and why she had funded the expedition; they would have left her in London. If anyone ever found her; all of their lives would hang in the balance.

There’s so much I would give ya, baby
If I’d only let myself
There’s this well of emotions
I feel I must protect
But what’s the point of this armor
If it keeps the love away, too?

If they knew, if he knew, how she truly felt, how much she had come to appreciate them. For the first time in her life, she finally felt like she was part of a family. But life taught her otherwise, to keep her emotions private. You never knew who was using you.

I’d rather bleed with cuts of love
Than live without any scars
Baby, can I trust this?
Or do all things end?

She was tired of running. In his arms, she felt safe and loved. Within the tree house she had the family she always wanted.

I need to hear that you’d die for me
Again and again and again

The night Osric’s men nearly killed him, her heart broke.

So tell me when you look in my eyes
Can you share all the pain and happy times
‘Cause I will love you for the rest of my life

She loved him. For the first time in her life, she loved a man who she knew would not use that love to hurt her. Maybe one day, she would tell him.

This is my very first love song
That didn’t end in tears
I think you re-wrote my love song
For the rest of my years
I will love you for the rest of my life


Its All Coming Back To Me Now

*As usual, the characters are not mine and of course this beautiful song is also not mine, I’m just borrowing it.

*-Spoilers from Tapestry, Voodoo Queen, Amazons, Prophecies and the Secret.

*Its All Coming Back To Me Now- Meatloaf

It’s All Coming Back To Me Now

“Dinner, Lord Roxton” the guard opened the door.

“Not hungry” he mumbled.

“Suit yourself” the guard slammed the door, dropping the tin plate on the cold, hard floor.

There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it
Right outside the window

It has been a perfect night, their return home. They were heralded as heroes, their return the greatest event London had experienced since the end of the war. George Challenger refuted his critics; Ned Malone earned the respect and accolades he had always dreamed of. And he, Lord John Roxton had the greatest treasure of all, worth more than any inheritance; Marguerite Krux.

There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever

If Lord John Richard Roxton knew nothing else, he knew women. He knew what to say, he knew how to say it, and if he did everything just so, he knew exactly where they would end up. But Marguerite Krux was not one of those women, and that alone intrigued him. Little did he know that this would be the woman who would finally mend his broken heart.

I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can’t remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made

He decided moments after she left that he could get over her. After all, not only was he a lord, but he was the hero, women would be literally throwing themselves at him. He could have any women he wanted. Then the egg cracked and the glory evaporated.

In the end, he lost everything. Challenger was dead, killed by the men who were so eager to steal the egg. Veronica and Ned were also gone, killed by the T-Rex they tried to stop from destroying London. As much as he had grown to love Challenger, Ned and Veronica, it was Marguerite’s death and her betrayal as the mastermind of the attempted theft of the egg that broke his heart. In the end, the T- Rex was herded into the Thames and drowned, but not before the reputation and good legal standing of Lord John Richard Roxton went down with the T-Rex. As the only surviving member of the Challenger Expedition, he was charged with premeditated murder and city wide destruction. His sentence was death by hanging.

But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it’s all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It’s so hard to believe but
It’s all coming back to me

The prison was cold, lonely and empty, far from the warmth and laughter that had permeated the tree house that the Challenger expedition had called home for a year. He could hear the voices of his friends; smell the aroma of dinner from the kitchen. Ned was writing in his journals, recounting the day’s adventure; Challenger was busy in his lab, excited about his latest discoveries and Veronica smiling warmly, talking about her parents. And Marguerite in her room, separated from the group, as she had done from the beginning. She knew he always watched her, even if she didn’t say it.

With her usual sarcastic tone, she would demand to know why he stood in her door, but if he caught her at the right moment, he saw another side to her, the softer side and that was worth everything.

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things I’d never do again
But then they’d always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow
Baby Baby

If I kiss you like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
If you want me like this
And if you need me like that
It was dead long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
It’s so hard to resist
And it’s all coming back to me

After his arrest, he finally learned the truth about Marguerite. The lost childhood, a series of abusive husbands, her work as Parsifal, a triple agent for both Germany and England during the war and finally paying for the expedition with laundered money, on the condition that she find the ouroboros and then she would receive her birth certificate.

I can barely recall
But it’s all coming back to me now
But it’s all coming back

The shock had sent him reeling, the woman was far more complicated than he had ever realized. Then he knew he was in love. She was the most complex woman he had ever met and if he could do it all again, he would tell her he loved her, whatever she had been through was of no importance and whatever future obstacles stood in her path, he would be there with her. But he couldn’t and that hurt most of all.

There were those empty threats and hollow lies
And whenever you tried to hurt me
I just hurt you even worse
And so much deeper

He knew what he was doing with those women. Danielle, Isadore, even the Amazon Hippolita had tried to pry Marguerite from his heart. But in the end, no one else could replace her.

There were hours that just went on for days
When alone at last we’d count up all the chances
That were lost to us forever

It seemed that something was determined to keep them apart. Whether it was dinosaurs, native tribes or their pasts, their destinies seemed to be separate.

But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then

Every time she pushed him away, he told himself she wasn’t worth it. He was Lord John Roxton; he could have any woman he wanted. But for some reason, the more she pushed him away, the more he wanted to know more.

“Time to go, Lord Roxton” the guards stood at his door, chains in hand.

But if I touch you like this
And if you kiss me like that
It was so long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
If you touch me like this
And if I kiss you like that
It was gone with the wind
But it’s all coming back to me

He would give anything to see her one more time, to kiss her, to assure her that he was for real and nothing, not even death, could pry them apart.

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things we’d never do again
But then they’d always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow
Baby, Baby, Baby

When you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind
But it’s all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it’s all coming back to me now

“Any last words, Lord Roxton?” he forced his fear down as the noose came into sight.


If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
And it’s all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall but it’s all coming back to me now

He felt rope securing his hands as he was led up to the podium and a rag tied around his eyes.

“Marguerite” he whispered.

“What was that, Lord Roxton?” the executioner asked as he lowered the noose.


And when you kiss me like this
And when I touch you like that
If you do it like this
And if we…

The executioner kicked the trap door open and he fell through, not seeing or hearing anything, just remembering the last time he saw her and for the first time in life, he was truly and deeply in love.

“John…” he heard her voice in the distance.

“John” her voice was louder and clearer.

“Marguerite?” he woke up slowly, as the fuzzy faces of Challenger, Veronica and Malone and Marguerite came into view.

“Easy old boy, you had us worried” Challenger helped him sit up.

“What happened?” John asked.


“How many?”.

“Five, if we had arrived a few minutes later, you might have been Raptor lunch” Ned’s grim attempt at a joke did not go well.

“Excuse me” The baby wailed in his crib.

Now he remembered. Marguerite and John’s son, William Arthur had been born six weeks earlier, and after six weeks of being cooped up in the tree house, Marguerite was eager to join Veronica on a trip to the Zanga village.

“John, we’re only going to the Zanga village, we’ll be back before dinner”.

“You can’t leave him alone, Marguerite”.

“He won’t be alone, Ned will be here and so will Challenger. I’ve left milk and food for him, everything will be fine”. Inspired by Marguerite’s pregnancy, Challenger had come up with breast milk pump and a cooling system for the icebox.

“You’re not going anywhere” John thundered, grabbing her arm.

“I can do whatever I want, Lord Roxton” Growling, she walked into the elevator with Veronica.

“Dam woman, she gave birth six weeks ago and she’s ready to leave” He trekked through the jungle, looking for their next meal, not focusing on the terrain around him, including the pack of Raptors that were ready to pounce. The next thing he knew was waking up in his bed nearly a week later to his fellow travelers standing over him.

Later that night, he watched her as she walked into the bedroom. Sighing, she removed her robe and undid the braid.


“Forget it, John” she blew out the candle and climbed into bed.

“I’m sorry” he rolled over and whispered into her ear.

“For what? For telling me I can’t go out or for scaring me?” For the first time since they found him, she cried.

“For both”.

“I’m sorry” he murmured.

“I know, don’t ever scare me like that again” she snuggled next to him. As much as he could, he wrapped his arms around her and for the first time in nearly a week, they slept together peacefully.

The End

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