This is my first fic for this fandom, so don't critique too badly please. This was just an idea that popped into my head after watching both the movies.

I never would have imagined that going to Africa could change my life. Could change the things I believe in. But it did nevertheless. And now I wouldn't have it any other way.

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I mentally sighed as I jumped out of a tree. I'd been in Africa for two weeks now and hadn't seen a since of whatever the heck it was that my mother wanted me to find. Then again she hadn't given me an accurate description. She'd just said it was in Africa. I stopped in my tracks and looked around the desert. There wasn't too many people in sight. Heck there wasn't anyone, not even freaking animals!

I had just started walking again when I saw something or someone sitting down in the distance. Me being the curious and somewhat helpful person I am decided to go and take a look. Maybe it was someone that needed help. Hey, it happens. Upon approach, I noticed it was a man. His hair was nearly the same color as the desert sand. His skin was tanned, obviously from time spent in such places like this. He wore a white under shirt with a yellow button up one right over that as well as shorts. I couldn't see his face, so the rest of his appearance was all I had to go on.

"Hello. Do you need help or anything?" I asked the man. He opened his eyes, bright blue I noticed, and looked at me.

"No, I was just waiting for you. Your mother said you'd be here," the man answered me. I frowned and tilted my head.

"So why are you here?" I inquired with my head still tilted.

"I wanted to meet you," the man told me simply.

"Who are you? How do you know my mother?" I questioned him quietly.

"My name's Alex West and your mother and I were together sixteen years ago. I just wanted to meet her daughter," the man said shrugging then stood up. I shook my head and began walking back to my vehicle, Alex following me.

I couldn't believe what I'd heard. This man was telling me that he was with my mother around the same time I was conceived. Was everything I had been told a lie? Was my father even Terry Sheridan?

"Who…..Who did you say you were again?" I asked the man before me. He gave a soft chuckle and smiled at me.

"Alex. Alex West," Alex told me and I slowly nodded. I had heard my mother mention him before. He'd been an old friend at least according to her mother. Now he was a whole lot more than just a friend.

"Lana Croft…..'' I told him again. He merely nodded as I turned and walked back to my Jeep. My mother was always the one for the more fancy cars. I reached to open the door only to find his hand already on the handle and opening it for me.

"Uh, thank you." Alex nodded and waited until I got in to shut the door behind me.

"Where you going to next?" Alex inquired curiously as he leant against the car door.

"I have absolutely no idea. I didn't find any leads here," I replied shrugging helplessly. I actually had no idea of what I was looking for. There wasn't really a reason as to why I was in Africa yet, but I was starting to think I was here just cause my mother wanted me out of the house for awhile.

"What are you looking for?" Alex questioned, tilting his head. Looking into his eyes, I realized they looked a lot like mine. Slowly, I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't even know to be honest with you," I informed him shaking my head slowly. Alex nodded then stood moving around the front of the truck to get in beside me.

"You don't know what you're looking for and yet here you are in Africa," Alex said stating the obvious. I rolled my eyes slightly but ultimately nodded my head.

"Yes, I think it's mainly because Mom wanted me to get out of the house," I said and glanced over at him after I started the Jeep. He took one look at me and started chuckling.

"That certainly sounds like Lara to me," Alex confirmed nodding. I gave a soft smile and started driving.

"So why exactly are you in the Jeep with me? There's nothing in it for you really. No money, no nothing," I told him and glanced at him.

"Oh, I don't know. You interest me," Alex said and I could feel his eyes on me.

"I don't know about interesting. I'm relatively ordinary compared to my mother," I snorted slightly. Almost everyone that hears my last name automatically says that I'm a lot like her.

"Well, I can tell you right now that you are anything but ordinary," Alex laughed lightly.

"And what makes you say that? You don't know me at all," I responded by stopping the car and facing him. How could he know anything about me?

"Despite what your mother has told you, her and I have kept in touch. She talks about you all the time. She tells me that you're not really anything like her. That you're more like your father," Alex tells me. I lean back against the door behind me a bit surprised. Was the almost sad look in his eyes actually him, or was it just me imagining things?

"And did you know my father?" I questioned him. I'd grown up believing that Terry Sheridan had been my father, but all these recent events had me questioning that little fact. I broke out of my thoughts as I saw Alex nodding.

"Yeah, I knew your father. Terry and I actually fought quite a bit over your mother. That is until he died…." Alex trailed off quietly….

I didn't know why, but I felt anger rise up inside me at the mere mention of Terry's death. I had been there. I could have helped him, stopped my mother from killing him, and yet I stood there and did nothing. To me, no one else had the right to talk about that except me and my mother.

"How did you know about that?! Who told you?" I asked grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him towards me. His eyes seemed to widen a little in surprise but otherwise he seemed to remain calm.

"Your mother…..She told me. She asked me what I would have done if I had been in Terry's situation. I answered her," Alex said as he wrapped his fingers around my wrists and slowly removed my hands from his shirt. As my eyes began to water, I leant into him, burying my face in his chest. In response, he wrapped his arms around me.

Later, I would laugh at myself. I barely knew the man and yet there I was crying into his chest. Kinda sad really.

"What did you say to her?" I asked out of mere curiosity. I raised my hand and wiped my eyes. In so many ways, I could not believe that I was actually sixteen years old.

"I told her I would have more than likely done the same thing if it was going to actually get me some money. If it wasn't, I would not have done it," Alex replied rubbing my back in small circles. I nodded and gently pushed him away from me.

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