**Disclaimer: I don't own Tomb Raider or Gundam Wing. I do own a lil Dr. Pepper can keychain! ....as a matter of fact, I own 2 of them!!**
**Author Insanity: Don't even try to understand the fic, because I don't even have a f*cking idea why I wrote it. This idea had somehow wormed it's way into my brain 8 months ago and I can't make it leave! So I'm writing this, and for those of you who have read my other stuff (poor babies, I've probably scarred you for life.), you'll get it. Maybe.......I don't know....ok, comments are appreciated! Even flames, cuz I have to admit, I love reading dumb little insults. And yes, the story is short, but as you all know, I'm not good with long stories.**
Tomb Raider/Gundam Wing:
Or why Jessy should not be left alone with the computer.
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Adventure. That's what had caused her to start her new life. Unfortunately she was the only one that seemed to understand that. Not her parents, her butler or any of her friends. That was ok though, all she needed now was herself and her pistols.
She hoisted herself up in the overhead vent and pulled the grate back into place quickly, sliding back just far enough to see what went on in the hallway beneath her. She rested her cheek against her palm, watching the guards below her scuttle about and laughing softly to herself.
No matter how many times she had explained it to all of them, they just wouldn't hear of it. They closed their minds. The high class life of riches and fame just hadn't appealed to her anymore. Though she spent most of her life sleeping in caves or out in fields now, she liked herself much more now. She just felt.....free....and she wasn't about to go back to her old life in that stuffy place. She'd rather die first.
She'd been sure that they had given up finding her, until she had spotted 'him' in a cafe a few weeks ago, and since he wasn't one to just stop off for coffee, she knew the chase was back on. Maybe coming to Paris hadn't been such a good idea after all....
One hand pushed a stray strand of now auburn hair out of her face as the last man exited the hallway. Which left her free to drop out of the vent and onto the cold linolium floor.
Rising to her full height, she watched him go til he made a turn that took him out of the hallway, and out of her sight. She took a deep breath and smiled, her eyes stinging just a little.
'Well Heero, it's not so much fun when you're not the one running away anymore, is it?'
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Short, kinda bittersweet in my perception, and I can tell you exactly where the inspiration came from. Ever noticed the slight similarity in the names:
Relena Peacecraft/ Lara Croft
Could just be me, but now that I've written this, I feel so much better!!! Well, till inspiration hits me again people!
~~Jessy A.
**Author Insanity: Don't even try to understand the fic, because I don't even have a f*cking idea why I wrote it. This idea had somehow wormed it's way into my brain 8 months ago and I can't make it leave! So I'm writing this, and for those of you who have read my other stuff (poor babies, I've probably scarred you for life.), you'll get it. Maybe.......I don't know....ok, comments are appreciated! Even flames, cuz I have to admit, I love reading dumb little insults. And yes, the story is short, but as you all know, I'm not good with long stories.**
Tomb Raider/Gundam Wing:
Or why Jessy should not be left alone with the computer.
~~~~~~
Adventure. That's what had caused her to start her new life. Unfortunately she was the only one that seemed to understand that. Not her parents, her butler or any of her friends. That was ok though, all she needed now was herself and her pistols.
She hoisted herself up in the overhead vent and pulled the grate back into place quickly, sliding back just far enough to see what went on in the hallway beneath her. She rested her cheek against her palm, watching the guards below her scuttle about and laughing softly to herself.
No matter how many times she had explained it to all of them, they just wouldn't hear of it. They closed their minds. The high class life of riches and fame just hadn't appealed to her anymore. Though she spent most of her life sleeping in caves or out in fields now, she liked herself much more now. She just felt.....free....and she wasn't about to go back to her old life in that stuffy place. She'd rather die first.
She'd been sure that they had given up finding her, until she had spotted 'him' in a cafe a few weeks ago, and since he wasn't one to just stop off for coffee, she knew the chase was back on. Maybe coming to Paris hadn't been such a good idea after all....
One hand pushed a stray strand of now auburn hair out of her face as the last man exited the hallway. Which left her free to drop out of the vent and onto the cold linolium floor.
Rising to her full height, she watched him go til he made a turn that took him out of the hallway, and out of her sight. She took a deep breath and smiled, her eyes stinging just a little.
'Well Heero, it's not so much fun when you're not the one running away anymore, is it?'
~~~~~~
Short, kinda bittersweet in my perception, and I can tell you exactly where the inspiration came from. Ever noticed the slight similarity in the names:
Relena Peacecraft/ Lara Croft
Could just be me, but now that I've written this, I feel so much better!!! Well, till inspiration hits me again people!
~~Jessy A.