OMG ok i'm so sorry for the UUUUUUUUBER long wait guys! posted 2 chapters for now. Please give me some feedback. Yes I realize that a lot of you don't like that Lara smokes and acts like a dummy, but it's part of the plot .;;;

Thank you soooooooo much for being patient! Here's the next chapter :)

The trip home was the most boring thing she'd embarked in the year she'd been in jail. No one to talk to and the police were taking away the suspense. Lara was pissed; it was supposed to be the most exciting thing ever to finally be able to see her daughters again. Instead she was worn-out and in need of a cigarette. The air was blustery and rainy. Typical day for a moment like that.

Annette was long gone. Found guilty and didn't deny it, she was thrust into prison and a possible death. What a shame; she was such a nice person and Lara had grown to connect with her in the most unusual ways thinkable.

Sometimes, Lara would find herself worrying that Annette would find Larson in the prison magically and one would die. If it was the case, Larson would've won, despite the fact that Annette was a stone-cold killer. Men were stronger; it was a fact and Lara despised it. She wanted to prove better than a man. She was determined and it'd be the first thing she would do: set out on a dangerous journey only a mental-case would go on.

The manor came into view and greeted its owner joyfully, even if Lara didn't return the wonderfulness. The police car pulled up to the door and dropped her off. Taking off her sunglasses, Lara frowned and dragged herself inside, only to be knocked over in a bear hug by not her daughters, but Anaya.

"Anaya," Lara gasped in hesitation. "I didn't think that you'd be here…" Anaya had been watching the girls for the time being that Lara was in the jail/prison/hell. She was too old to go through puberty, but Lara would be damned if she denied the fact that Anaya had changed considerably in the 365 days she was gone. Whether it was a good thing or not, Lara couldn't quite decipher.

"Well, Lara, I figured that you wouldn't mind if I borrowed your house for a bit. It's a nice roomy manor, I must say!" Anaya's funny bubbly personality discomforted Lara (for whatever reason). "What's gotten into you? Can't take humour?"

Lara sighed, "I didn't know you were trying to be funny, Anaya." Lara wasn't aware of anything; the new changes in the Foyer (the furniture was re-arranged), the funky smell of grilled-cheese, how cold and damp it was. All that Lara knew was that she needed to embrace her little girls in a massive mom-hug, and soon. "Where are they, Anaya?"

"Where is who?" Lara exasperated and gave her the 'you'd better grow up' look. Anaya quickly ended her funny affair and felt a massive sinking in her stomach. "They're in school. Now before you start to go insane—"

"IN SCHOOL? Why are they in school? Who put them there? Where are they Anaya? I'm not kidding you! I'm a royally pissed-off female ready to take a sledgehammer to someone's thick skull! Annelei? Chelsea?"

"Lara, they aren't here. They said that they wanted to go to school, so I took them and then…" Anaya backed away. Lara's fists were turning paler than a vampire's skin. She was pissed, that was obvious. But it was more than just that: Lara wanted to see her daughters go to school their first day. She was their mother! She had every right to cry over their accomplishments, to be excited about their new discoveries. But the fact remained; Anaya had stolen that huge moment of Lara's motherhood, and Lara would never heal from that.

And it impacted Lara so badly, that she broke down in tears worse than Alice did (in Wonderland). Instinctively, and on behalf of her good-natured self, Anaya drew Lara into a sympathetic hug, guilt within every deep, agonizing pierce of Lara's cries of mourning. "I'm so sorry…"

Minutes, no, an hour passed. Lara was sitting on the couch, and on that rare occasion she slouched, thoroughly depressed. If an overly-confident, British heiress sat hunched over, head hanging in utter defeat, utter helplessness, you better get Dr. Phil there to her immediately before she goes emo.

Of course, Lara would never go emo. No matter how emotionally insecure she managed to allow consume her, she would never, NEVER go emo. She had two beautiful, smart, scarily-alike-their-mum, daughters. She'd never dream of letting them go out of her sight. Besides that, Lara knew what it was like not to have parents, and she'd never let her kids go through that if she could help it, and she'd be damned if she thought anything so foolish as that.

"They're at the other Manor, the one in London. If you need a ride…" Anaya offered. She extended a hand to help Lara up off her lazy miserable butt, but Lara pushed it away and shook her head.

"No, you've caused quite enough. I'm going, and don't expect me back for another couple of days." Lara needed a vacation. When Lara was a young girl, she detested school. If she had that sole opportunity to experience skipping tutoring and replace a boorish old person with a water park, she'd pee her pants and fly out that door faster than the time it took to make the world and the objects in it. Plus, it would give Lara a great, no, exquisite opportunity to catch up on the lost times with her daughters.

Lara made her way to the London Croft Estate in record time, hoping, praying that she wouldn't get pulled over. If she saw another cop, she might as well have gagged. But there it was, approaching Lara like a car and a shined deer. Lara jolted out of the Aston Martin, but silly her; she was thrust back by her seatbelt. She wrestled that stupid, pointless contraption for an unnecessary amount of time, until finally she concentrated on the buckle and escaped. She landed four dozen knocks on the large oak doors before an annoyed fat teacher opened the door.

"Mommy?" Chelsea asked, too shocked to believe her eyesight. Was her age getting to her? She sped to the door and tackled her mother to the gravel, landing a thousand and one kisses onto Lara's cheek. Lara laughed lovingly and gave her daughter one single wet granny kiss on her cheek. "I missed you!" x10.

The other came out not too long after. She pounced on top of Chelsea and added another ton or two onto Lara's breathing supply. But nothing seemed to matter. They were reunited. What else could they even ask for?

"C'mon," Lara exclaimed, too overwhelmed to make correctly pronounced speech. The girls shook their head in confusion. "We're going on a vacation!"

Some might say that it was delightful, how happy they were. Others, well they thought that it was plain sickening! But then again, they are just haters.

The next chapter is an alternate version that could have happened besides this, and it doesn't get into the Mother && Daughters thing, just a heads up. I'll try to get the next chapter rolling for those who don't wish to see a...different version of this as soon as i can (: