A peaceful night.
'Miss Croft...
Glad to hear of your latest adventure..."
Lara chuckled to herself. She had sent Winston on holiday for a bit, but it was obvious he was itching to get back. Lara, on the other hand, enjoyed not being followed around at every inch. She was quite happy by herself. It was quiet. Peaceful.
Lara decided to go to bed. It was almost 11pm, and she felt rather sleepy. She left the study, and walked to her bedroom. As she was getting changed into her night-dress, she heard a loud knocking at the door. Lara frowned. Who could that be at this time of night? She grabbed her 9mms, (Better safe that sorry) and headed downstairs.
"Hey, Lara, open up, it's freezing out here!"
Lara stopped dead, half-way down the stairs. She recognised that voice. That American Drawl, always so...what was the word...sure. Like the owner knew that she was the best, and no-one could beat her.
Lara drew her guns and proceeded down. She opened the door, ever so slighty, and called.
"What do you want?"
"Lara!" Natla flung open the door, which smacked Lara in the face, and walked to the center of the hall. She was dripping wet and holding a large umbrella. She also had a suspicious looking bump under her top.
"Natla?" Lara shook her head. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, you know, I was in the vicinty." Natla laughed. "I thought I'd come and visited you, doll. You know, seeing as we're old work-chums."
"Old work chums?"
"Sure." Natla smiled, and gave her coat and umbrella to Lara.
"Natla, you tried to kill me. I killed you!"
"Immortality...duh!" Natla cackled.
"But the island...exploded..."
"So?" Natla smoothed her hair. "I'm immortal!"
"Right." Lara sighed. "So what do you want?"
Natla raised her eyebrows.
"Shelter from the rain."
"Shelter from the rain?"
"Yes!" Natla walked to the kitchen. Lara followed her, and they sat down. "It's not good for a woman in my condition to be out there!"
"So you are pregnant! I thought so."
"Yes." Natla beamed. "3 months. It's..." Her smiled faded. "...Willard's."
"So you two got together? Oh wait. I killed him too!"
"Yes, you did. But I found his body when I was on an trip in the Antartic. I've already read his books. He seemed a marvellous man. I wanted to get to know him."
"So you...brought him back to life?"
Natla smiled sheepishly.
"Old Atlantian party trick."
Lara twitched nervously. This woman was capable of anything. She could kill her on the spot. Natla noticed the twitching.
"Lara, I'm not going to kill you." She got up. "I'm your friend!"
"Ha!" Lara sniffed.
"Look...no wings, see? And no weird genetic stuff! I'm clean!"
"Fine."
"So, are you getting me some tea?"
Lara got up, and walked over to the fridge. She bent down, and heard another knock at the door.
"Christ, what is this, a party zone?" Lara muttered, and walked over to the door, making sure Natla was right behind her.
'Miss Croft...
Glad to hear of your latest adventure..."
Lara chuckled to herself. She had sent Winston on holiday for a bit, but it was obvious he was itching to get back. Lara, on the other hand, enjoyed not being followed around at every inch. She was quite happy by herself. It was quiet. Peaceful.
Lara decided to go to bed. It was almost 11pm, and she felt rather sleepy. She left the study, and walked to her bedroom. As she was getting changed into her night-dress, she heard a loud knocking at the door. Lara frowned. Who could that be at this time of night? She grabbed her 9mms, (Better safe that sorry) and headed downstairs.
"Hey, Lara, open up, it's freezing out here!"
Lara stopped dead, half-way down the stairs. She recognised that voice. That American Drawl, always so...what was the word...sure. Like the owner knew that she was the best, and no-one could beat her.
Lara drew her guns and proceeded down. She opened the door, ever so slighty, and called.
"What do you want?"
"Lara!" Natla flung open the door, which smacked Lara in the face, and walked to the center of the hall. She was dripping wet and holding a large umbrella. She also had a suspicious looking bump under her top.
"Natla?" Lara shook her head. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, you know, I was in the vicinty." Natla laughed. "I thought I'd come and visited you, doll. You know, seeing as we're old work-chums."
"Old work chums?"
"Sure." Natla smiled, and gave her coat and umbrella to Lara.
"Natla, you tried to kill me. I killed you!"
"Immortality...duh!" Natla cackled.
"But the island...exploded..."
"So?" Natla smoothed her hair. "I'm immortal!"
"Right." Lara sighed. "So what do you want?"
Natla raised her eyebrows.
"Shelter from the rain."
"Shelter from the rain?"
"Yes!" Natla walked to the kitchen. Lara followed her, and they sat down. "It's not good for a woman in my condition to be out there!"
"So you are pregnant! I thought so."
"Yes." Natla beamed. "3 months. It's..." Her smiled faded. "...Willard's."
"So you two got together? Oh wait. I killed him too!"
"Yes, you did. But I found his body when I was on an trip in the Antartic. I've already read his books. He seemed a marvellous man. I wanted to get to know him."
"So you...brought him back to life?"
Natla smiled sheepishly.
"Old Atlantian party trick."
Lara twitched nervously. This woman was capable of anything. She could kill her on the spot. Natla noticed the twitching.
"Lara, I'm not going to kill you." She got up. "I'm your friend!"
"Ha!" Lara sniffed.
"Look...no wings, see? And no weird genetic stuff! I'm clean!"
"Fine."
"So, are you getting me some tea?"
Lara got up, and walked over to the fridge. She bent down, and heard another knock at the door.
"Christ, what is this, a party zone?" Lara muttered, and walked over to the door, making sure Natla was right behind her.