Hi you guys! This is my first Tomb Raider fanfic. It's kinda crappy, but if you could review that would be so super spiffy :D

This is like, something I've wanted to write for some time now, it's not anything to really do with the Tomb Raider series except that she's a wealthy aristocrat. I don't own Tomb Raider, but I do own JASON (:

ALSO! Look I know this isn't the greatest story ever. Even if you just say how it sucked, can you PLEASE REVIEW it because I really do want to know your thoughts about the story. It doesn't take that long to write a review. Not trying to be pushy, but seriously, I need feedback. Thanks

Chapter 1:

Lara Croft is said to be capable of starting her own military camp. But she wouldn't waste her time with military. Lara was in it once, and one time was all she needed. A highly independent aristocrat like herself caused havoc upon politics. If one day passed and she wasn't in trouble with the police, something in the world would explode and cause cataclysmic disasters (figuratively speaking of course). HOWEVER, all of the above is a lie.

But what is true is this:

As any other day, Lara Croft could be found swinging on poles and climbing anything she felt was climbable. She was a workaholic, she was strict with herself. On a sunny day in Surrey, Lara was working out in her gym. Without it, she had no way of staying in shape.

A loud crash caught the young woman's attention, automatically making her miss the latch in the wall. Luckily, Lara had unheard-of reflexes and saved herself before crashing to her doom. Falling one-hundred feet wasn't exactly her cup of tea. Landing safely, Lara collected her thoughts about what happened, until she heard soft crying in the Foyer. She knew it wasn't anything major, but even still, she jogged her way to the area of the crash.

A little boy was found sobbing his little heart out, next to him was a mess of glass shards. He was bleeding only a little, to Lara's relief. The small child saw her and held out his tiny arms, begging her silently to pick him up and hold him.

Lara frowned and stepped lightly over the glass to him, bending down and scooping him off the floor. "Jason, honey, how many times have I told you not to play with things that are made of glass?" she scolded softly. She was angry with him, but at the same time, her heart melted to see that little face full of tears and scratches.

"I sorry mama!" Jason cried more. "I slipped, I didn't mean to bwake it," he looked at her with blurry grey eyes and hugged her tightly, burying his little head in her chest.

"I know sweetie," she sighed, stroking his head and staring at the scene of the crime. Lara slowly walked to the kitchen and set him on the island. "What were you even doing?" she asked as she wiped the blood from his face and arms with a damp cloth.

He shrugged and gazed at his mother with sorry eyes. Lara caught his gaze and faintly smiled. The black hair he was born with was now changing into a light blonde. The Greek in him was evident through his skin. Yawning, his eyes slowly got heavy as he sank into his mother's arms. She also felt tired, and so she walked up the steps to their room, both falling into a deep sleep. She could always clean the mess the next morning.

Jason was only four years old. He was born a preemie; only five and a half months along in his mother's womb. It took him a while longer to process things compared to other kids, but he was very intelligent when engaged in conversation, if one would call it that. He especially excelled in his artistic abilities. However, Jason's father was just a man Lara found while vacationing with Richard in Greece. She was young and hormonal, and the man was sweet and wooing. At age sixteen, Lara became pregnant. Jason's father didn't know he existed, and neither did Jason. His whole four years of life were centered around his mother, and that is all he knew.

Richard, Lara's own father, discovered her pregnancy the day she had given birth to Jason. Upon that overwhelming incident, he became furious with Lara and nearly kicked her out into the streets to fend for herself and leave the baby behind in the hospital, where they would put the bastard child into the foster homes when it was healthy enough.

Being a teenager who barely knew how to take care of herself, she was uncertain about if she should keep the child or not. But Richard had reasoned with himself, and as a punishment Lara would keep the baby. Finally when the boy could come home, the real trials would show face. Crying excessively and demanding her attention all hours of the day, Lara began to feel the effects of her mistake. She flunked out of school and ended up as a stay-at-home-mother, only seventeen years of age. Later on that year, Richard died in Barcelona of a massive heart attack, and Lara was left with much more responsibilities than she could possibly handle.

Now at the age of twenty, Lara was a learning mother who was fully dedicated to her son. She spent as much time with him as possible, teaching him a handful of things at a time. It was a long process, seeing as it took four months for him to learn his alphabet. It didn't help that Lara was impatient, but she was also still learning. Jason loved it when Lara would read to him at bedtime, and begged for her to sing to him. He was her little angel, and her life revolved around him.

Jason's attention span was almost non-existent, and that was indeed a huge chunk of the reason why it took him so long to learn. If Lara tried to teach him numbers, he would look at every detail in the Manor and not hear what she was telling him. When she did get his attention, she knew it wasn't for very long. He had medication, but could only take it once in a blue moon, not until his body got strong enough to handle the prescriptions. He had to take vitamins constantly, but eventually he got used to it. And without a doubt, he had strong bones. Lara enforced him to drink a lot of milk, which wasn't hard since he already loved it.

But for Lara to have a normal life was out of the question. She would never have her childhood back. She could never do anything that she desired. She was bound to the house. Say she wanted to hang out at a bar or be around people her own age – maybe even go on a date – she would have to wait until she found someone who could watch Jason. Lara was protective, so the idea of having a nanny over unwatched and unknowing of whom the broad is did not make Lara so peachy about leaving him alone.

Sooner or later, Lara accepted her fate and decided to make the best of what she did have. As for dating, Lara longed for a man to touch her, but that would've been the only thing he was around for. The very thought of a man bogarting her time away from her kid was infuriating.

Silence in the Croft Manor was not out of the norm, and sometimes the place would become quite lively. It all depended on the day.

I apologize to those who were offended by the term "Bastard Child". I really didn't mean for it to be offensive, so I updated this chapter and fixed it. Sorry