Hey guys. This is Fanfiction108 here. Not really expecting much from this story. I don't even know if you guys will like it, but I wanted to do this since the new reboot came out. Didn't want to upload it later when a sequel would come out, now would I? This will be my second story on this site, my other being a Devil May Cry fic. First some stuff I want to clear up.

The reason I was motivated to do this fic was because of Lara (the original) and her lack of Love Interests. Correct me if I'm wrong, but does it seem to me that every guy that likes her either gets rejected or dies. Seriously though, name me a man that has an actual relationship that DOESN'T end in tragedy and I'll do a fic about that. There are lots of LARAxSAM fics and I was shocked by that. Almost every NEW Lara story is about them two, except for one LaraxAlex (the new one). I read some of those femslash fics and some of them were pretty good, but I wouldn't know how to write those kinds of fics. I'm straight and I RESPECT those kinds of fics, but like I said, I'm still new and don't know how I feel about writing those. Though, they were pretty good J

Thank God that the new Lara seems nicer and kinder. I'm still bummed she didn't have a love interest so I gave her one. As stated, this will be a LaraxOC.

This story will be a 'what if' story as stated before. I will remain to the canon plot, but just what would happen if she had a little help. I felt kind of bad she had to go through all that stiff alone.

PLEASE, NO FLAMES. I'm still new to this site and I really appreciate positive advice and feedback, but flames…flames are hurtful man :'( Enjoy people.

Disclaimer: I don't own Tomb Raider cause if I did, Lara would have…I don't know, somebody to be with!

One More Tomb Raider

Chapter 1: Prologue

3rd Person POV

A famous explorer once said…

A boat is seen exiting a city with the words Endurance Plymouth written on the front.

…that the extraordinary is in what we do, not who we are.

A woman places her phone on a desk and then posts a map in her locker where other various picture hang.

I'd finally set out to make my mark; to find an adventure.

The woman closes the locker showing her perfectly smooth face and ear length brunette hair. Some of it can reach down to her neck and she looks into her reflection.

But instead, adventure found me.

Lara's POV

I was currently listening to my music on my phone on my bed. Michael had gotten it for me last week and I was just getting used to it. Thinking about him put a smile to my face. I wanted to download the music I wanted while listening to them when I heard a thunder that was followed by rumbling on the ship. I took off one of my ear phones and was about to check and what the problem was when I was caught off guard as the ship rumbled even more, although this time it was even more violent. I was flung off of my bed and I hit my desk. Hard. It hurt like hell.

'Damn it.' I thought. I got up from where I was flung and headed to my door, holding my bruised head. I had a slight concussion because I could feel a little dizzy. As I opened the door to my room, I was greeted by a sheer amount of water flooding the hallway. I raised my hands up in surprise and horror as I was swept away. I screamed as loud as I could before water filled my lungs.

In our darkest moments…

As I was drifting along the massive water current, I was trying desperately to breath. I saw a ladder and with a lucky grip, I grabbed onto it. I tightened my grip as I fought the rest of my body being swept away. I climbed up the ladder and swam at the same time and as I hit the surface, I took a deep, but short breath. I knew what I needed to do as I saw the hatch up top. I climbed the rest of the ladder and I pounded on the window of the hatch, knowing that it could only be opened from the other side.

When life flashes before us…

"Help!" I screamed. Not yelled, but screamed. I was so scared. I could feel the water rising and I did NOT want to drown to death. I kept looking back at the water rising in fear and the window in hope that someone would come. I could feel the water go past my neck and I took one more breath before my whole body was completely engulfed in water.

We find something;

Even after air was deprived of me, I still kept banging on the window and screaming, my screams coming out as bubbles. Every second I could feel my life drain as I was out of oxygen.

Out of time.

As I closed my eyes and drifted off in the darkness, my last thoughts were of Michael and how I would never see him again.

Something that keeps us going…

Michael's POV

Moments earlier

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

The storm is too much. The boat was coming down and fast. I had to get to Lara. I raced down the hallway ignoring the danger and I was trying to find a hatch that would lead me to the lower levels where Lara was.

'Damn it,' I thought frustrated, 'where the hell is it. I am not leaving here without her.' For a moment, I figured that she was already leaving to a safer part of the ship with Roth, but I quickly dismissed that thought. She told me she would be in her room listening to music in the phone I got her. There's no way she known what was going on outside since I barely found out just a few seconds ago.

I saw something out of the corner of my eye and turned my head around to find that it was the hatch that I needed.

'Yes.' I allowed myself this small victory, but I sprinted down towards it. Lara was still under there and I still needed to get her. I slid on my knees, and was about to dive in when I noticed something.

Or rather someone.

It was Lara. She was underwater and had her eyes closed. And I was losing her. I could see her getting farther and farther away from me while sinking and drowning in the lower levels.

I could not lose her.

I opened the hatch as fast as I could and reached out to grab her. I felt her forearm in my hands and immediately pulled her up. I hoisted her out of the watery grave and she coughed up some water while gasping for air. I patted her on the back to help get rid of the liquid in her lungs.

Something that pushes us.

"Lara!" I called out to her. Even though we were close, the battle with the ship against the ocean's waves and the thunderstorm was loud enough to block out most of my yell. I looked up and saw Roth on the other part of the ship. The force of the Earth's most powerful disasters had completely torn the ship in two and Roth was on the other part. My eyes widened in horror as I quickly realized that our part of the ship was the one that was sinking.

"Come on Lara. I can't let you die." I pulled her up to stand. I saw Roth gesture his hand for us to run and get off of the sinking death trap.

"Lara!" I called out to her over the sound of the destruction happening outside of the Endurance. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes that made me seem like we were going to make it. NO! We are going to make it.

"RUN!" As I yelled out, I grabbed her hand and made a dash for Roth, all the while never letting go of her hand. We tripped and stumbled a few times, but never wavered from our sprint to the edge of the ripped ship. Waves crashing into the ship could be felt and heard. The faint smell of the ocean did nothing to calm me, but only strengthened my resolve to refuse death out in the world's oceans. As we neared the edge and readied ourselves for a jump to the other side, I heard Lara scream out and I also decided to voice my thoughts at the time which pretty much summed it up.

"AHHHHHH"

"SSSSHHHHIIIITTTT"

We both time the jump just right as we soared through the air. I tightened my grip on Lara's hand out of fear and comfort. Fear that I would lose her if I let go which was probably going to happen if I did. Comfort that I had the most important woman in my life as we tried desperately to get out of this hell.

As we neared Roth and the ship, Lara reached out for Roth's hand and I reached for the edge.

"UGH." The edges ripped and distorted ends met just below my neck and into my chest. I gasped in pain and barely had enough time to tighten my grip so I wouldn't fall.

It didn't work. I could feel the rain pouring all over us and onto the edge that I held onto. The rain was making it hard to hold on as it didn't give me enough friction. I could feel myself sliding off and losing my grip. I looked over and saw Lara holding onto Roth's hand and I released my grip on her reluctantly. I needed my other hand to grab more surface and make sure I wasn't lost in the dark depth of the ocean. It proved futile as I still could feel myself slipping.

I glanced over at Lara as she looked at me with fear in her eyes. She knew just as much as I did that I was falling. The only reason she wasn't was because Roth had a good grip on her hand, but even I could tell she was slipping through his hands by the seconds.

"HELP!" I cried out. I didn't want to die. Not like this. By now I was hanging onto my fingertips and I looked up at Roth. Roth couldn't get me since he was using both hands to hold himself and Lara. He looked at me with worry as he struggled to hold Lara and a look as if to say 'I'm sorry.' With the last of my strength to keep myself up as long as I could, I glanced at Lara. Her beautiful elegant British face that I had come to love was now scarred with horror. She knew I was going to fall to my death and she reached out to grab me.

"Grab on!" She wanted to save me. It was worth a shot. I couldn't hold on much longer and I was losing my strength to hold on. I swung my legs back. I needed to time it right. I swung towards her and let go. I altered my body and lurched forward to increase my range and hopefully grab onto her.

I didn't.

As I passed and reached for her, all I could feel was her smooth fingertips brush mine as I fell to my watery grave. I could make out her tears even in the rain as she saw me descend in the ocean.

"LAAAAAARAAAAAAA!"

Lara's POV

"MICHAAAAAEEEEEEL!"

I saw the terrified expression written on his face as he fell and I heard him scream my name for what I thought would be the last time. I didn't even bother to hide my tears.

'I just lost him. I lost my Michael.' I thought while crying. I could still picture his face as he descended into the ocean and it tore my heart in two. I couldn't believe what just happened. I couldn't. Unfortunately, I wasn't even given the luxury of time to grieve as I felt something dreadful.

I was losing my grip on Roth.

I looked up at his face one last time before the harsh storms took me from his grip.

I fell.

I screamed.

Then all was silent as I plunged into the ocean.

I gasped for air as I swam over the surface of the water for a few seconds, but was immediately pushed down due to the harsh waves.

'Damn it' I thought, 'Come on!' I didn't want to die here. I didn't want to die period! I'm still alive and if I could survive the fall then Michael could've survived to. I had to keep going and to keep pushing forward if I wanted to see him again.

I breached above water again and held out long enough to see something.

Land.

Not only that, but I also saw a figure. I couldn't tell if it was man or woman, but they were laid out on the beach only a couple feet from the water like they were dead. It was pure luck that I caught a glimpse of whoever it was as the terrible storm, blistering wind and rain, and push of the waves made it hard to do anything! I made a quick survival decision to make my way over there before I was pulled back under again.

I swam underwater in the direction I saw the beach in. If I tried to resurface I would only get the same treatment I got the last two times. I would be stuck and probably drown out there. As I got nearer, I could feel the sand under my boots as I was brought to a crawling position and tiredly made my way to the figure. I felt a sense of dread sweep over me as soon as I recognized who it was.

It was Michael.

He was laid flat out on his back with his arms and legs stretched out. He had his eyes closed and he didn't have any facial expression. The rain was pouring all around his body as he just laid there. I already knew what happened, but I refused to lose him.

"Michael!" I exclaimed. I ignored my pain and sores and rushed over to him, kneeling at his right side. I put the side of my head to his chest to feel him breath. I clung on to his shirt, clawing at the fabric. I closed my eyes and attempted to drown out all the chaos that was happening around us. I needed to focus and feel his breathing. I needed him to be alive. I needed him to breath, to hold me, to say my name or…anything to prove he is alive.

He didn't.

'No.' I sadly thought. 'He can't be gone. He can't.' I didn't want to believe it, but he wasn't breathing. 'No! I won't lose him!' I knew the only reason he was like this and cursed myself for not acting sooner. He wasn't breathing because he couldn't. His lungs were filled with water. I would've realized earlier if I wasn't so caught up in this bloody disaster and if my mind wasn't so screwed up with what had happened in the last hour. Fortunately, I had taken lessons and knew what to do.

I scooted over to his head and tilted it back a little. I leaned down and captured his lips. I breathed out of my lips and into his, hoping that my CPR training worked. I had spent many times in this moment with Michael and always cherished moments like this except this time was different. This time his life depended on it, on me. I just hope he hasn't been drowning too long or else he might've been out of reach. I disregarded that thought and focused on saving Michael. I couldn't survive without him.

After I was done giving him 2 consecutive breaths, I focused on giving him the 30 chest presses. I put both my hands on his chest and quickly added weight and pressure on it. I had to do it in rapid sessions. I ignored everything else and focused on saving his life.

1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10…11…12-

I stopped my presses as I saw Michael spasm and jerk before spilling the water contents out of his mouth and splatter on the sides of his face. Filled with sudden hope that he was still alive, I grabbed his back, resisting the urge to hug the life out of him, and pulled him to a sitting position. I patted him roughly on his back as he grabbed his chest and continued coughing up the water. I was so relieved he was alive. Barely, but still. I put on a hopeful smile as he coughed up the last of the ocean's water and realized that I was the one who saved him. He turned his head to me and he had his eye widened, like he thought he was going to die. Well…he was, but I guess he didn't think anyone would save him.

"Lara." He called out through the thunder and rain. His voice was laced with disbelief and I knew for sure now he thought he was dead. Even through what we had just been through in such a short time, I couldn't help, but to crash my body into his as I hugged the living daylights out of him.

"Michael! You're alive!" I said. I literally felt him gasp at the hug. For a moment, I thought I had hurt him until he hugged me back and nuzzled my neck. I smiled a smile that reached both of my cheeks before I leaned my head into his shoulder. Somehow, we managed to drown out the noise and destruction for just that moment and held each other, glad that the other was okay. I treasured moments like this. I wanted it to last longer, but knew I had to find the others. I pulled back reluctantly and was about to speak my thoughts when I heard him.

"Lara, look." He said. He pointed at an angle upwards behind me and ushered me to see with his other hand. I looked at what had caught his eye before mines widened at what I saw.

It was the rest of the crew.

I don't know why I didn't see them earlier. Oh yeah because I was too busy saving Michael. I was so worried about him that I completely ignored my surroundings. They were all perched up on a min-cliff with a house next to it. They seemed to be in a state of shock and panic. I saw Reyes giving orders, obviously trying to keep people alive and calm, but it wasn't working. I could see Whitman ignoring her and Jonah frantically walking around trying to help.

I looked back at Michael, staring into his eyes.

"I got them. You stay here." I said. He nodded his head, simply trusting me, and I got up to call out for them. I put my hands on the sides of my mouth and yelled out.

"Reyes! Jonah!" I screamed. They didn't hear me, much less acknowledge me. They were too far away. They weren't near me enough to hear me like Michael. They were too busy conversing with themselves to notice me and him stranded just a few meters away. With all the loud sounds the storm and weather were making, I'm not surprised they didn't hear me.

I was about to turn around and gesture Michael to come with me when I felt a sharp pain and force on the side of my head. As I fell and lost consciousness, the last thing I saw was Michael, laid out in the sand just like I was and then darkness took me for a second time that day.

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