REGRETTABLY I DO NOT OWN THE LOST WORLD OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS...HOWEVER, IF I DID, THERE WOULD MOST DEFINITELY HAVE BEEN A FOURTH SEASON.

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The bustling hall, the clink clink of glasses as guests were introduced and sound of taffeta skirts brushing against the marble floor filled lord Roxton's ears when he arrived at the zoological society ball that evening. His searching eyes did not stop until he found his prize. She was there, walking towards him, beautiful as ever the raven haired heiress walked silently towards him. Her skirt did not bustle. She was wearing the most elegant green silk gown. Now standing before him she brushed a large curl of her now short black hair behind her ear. Finally gaining the ability to breathe in her presence, or even talk, he asked:

"Walk with me?"

A signature smirk appeared upon her ivory features and she nodded her approval. He took her hand and led her towards one of the balconies off the dance floor. It was a beautiful night and the extravagant garden was lit with strings of beautiful tiny lights...like fallen stars, Marguerite thought to herself.

Clearing his throat the lord caught Marguerite's eye once more, and she turned to lean against the balcony and face him.

For once her eyes were not filled with fear, dread or even anger. She looked at peace as she gazed into his eyes.

"Marguerite...I know there is probably a more conventional or romantic way to do this...but I...well, we've been through so much together that...I erm..."

"John?" She asked in confusion as she put her hand on his arm to comfort him.

With that one touch he fell to one knee.

From the dance floor the rest of their jungle party stared in confusion as the Roxton swept Marguerite off her feet with his embrace and spun her around in his arms. Immediately after placing her once again on ground, but not breaking the embrace, their lips locked in passion, hunger and unity. As the tears silently rolled down their joyous faces they turned and re entered the dance hall hand in hand as their jungle family rushed forward to greet and embrace them.

Later as the music slowed and the dance hall cleared the couple retired to their spot on the balcony. From the garden one could see Marguerite turn to rest her head upon his shoulder and the couple rocked back and forth to the remnants of music as the remaining notes fluttered into the night sky.

"Forever's a long time" he whispered into her ear.

"But eternity is even longer" she whispered softly back, "and there is no one that I would rather spend it with".