Eli: Hi all. I knew I could trust the tutu. The situation here is the same with TOTH . Meaning no spell check on this computer. Still have writer's block when it comes to this story, but I will do my best. Enjoy.

-That night-

Sara finally decided to clean out some of the junk that had been piling in her closet. Most of it was cloths, but there were a few boxes she hadn't been through since she had moved in five years ago. "I hope nothing is molded or moth eaten."

She went through the boxes one by one, taking time to examine all the objects that they held. Finally, she got to the last box, which held some of her better memmories of childhood. There were some stuff animals, some books, a baseball glove, and a program to a christmas play she had been in. At the very bottom of the box, she noticed a plastic bag lying face down. She picked it up and looked inside.

It was filled with comic boooks. Sara started to laugh as she went through them. They were old copies of Batman and X-men. "I forgot I use to read these. I originally must of had tons of these." She sat down on her bed and looked through each one. She couldn't stop smiling. "I'm as bad as Ian. I forgot how much I use to love these." After Sara finished reading the last one, she began to laugh at herself. "What am I going to do with all these comics?" Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. "Perfect." Sara picked up her phone and dialed.

"Hello?"

"Ian!"

"Sara? What?"

"Come over."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"It's late."

"So? I have tomorrow off. C'mon, I have something for you."

"What is it?"

"Come over and you'll find out."

"All right, I will be there in a few minutes."

"Good. Bye."

"Bye."

-Later-

"Okay, why was I summonded?"

"I have something for you."

"What?"

"Here." She handed him the comics. "Do you read either of these?"

"I read both. Sara, these are rare! How did you get these?!"

"I use to read them when I was younger. My dad bought them for me and taught me how to read off of them. I don't have any use for them now, so I thought you might like them."

"I love them and they would be a nice addition to my collection, but I can't accept them."

"Why not?"

"They were from your father, you deserve to keep them."

"I have lots of memories from him. I can let this one go. Think of it as a thanks for the pictures."

"You don't own me anything for that. You sure you don't want to keep these?"

"Nah, keep 'em. Besides, I'll enjoy making fun of you."

"Making fun of what?"

"You read comics!"

"So did you!"

"I was eight years old! You are thrity-two!"

"So!? Danny's almost forty!"

"You know, it scares me how much you know."

"What do you mean?"

"You know all this stuff about me and the people around me. How much do you know about me?"

"Alot."

"How much is alot?"

"Let me put it this way, I know that you're do for your period in three days."

"Oh my God. Now, that is scary! Get away from me!" She pushed Ian into the wall. In return, he grabbed both her wrist and pinned them behind her back. "Let go!"

"Say mercy."

"Never."

"Say it."

"No." He twisted her wrists further. "Say it."

"No, and let go before I thrust this blade into your stomach."

"You wouldn't, now say mercy!"

"Fine! Mercy. Now let go."

"I never said I would let you go if you said mercy."

"Ian!"

"All right." He released her. "Ian, that hurt!"

"Oh, you'll live."

"But you won't!" Sara struck him in the stomach.

"Okay, now that hurt!"

"Liar! You didn't even flinch!"

"No, you hurt my feelings. I'm never talking to you again."

"You brat!"

"I know."

"You talked to me!" He shrugged his shoulders. "So I lied."

"I think you're human after all."

"Yeah, I guess."

"So earthling, what were you doing before I invited you over?"

"I was on the computer."

"Doing what?"

"Nothing."

"What? You weren't downloading porn, were you?"

"No! I wasn't doing anything like that!"

"Then what were you doing?"

"You'll make fun of me if I tell you."

"So? That's what friends are for, now spill."

"I was playing video games."

"What?!"

"I was playing video games."

"You were right. I am going to make fun of you."

"Sara!"

"Get over it. So, what game were you playing?"

"Tomb Raider Chronicles."

"Oh good God."

"What?"

"What is up with guys and Tomb Raider?"

"Adventure."

"So you don't just play it because you think she's hot?"

"No, she's not my type."

"Dare I ask what your type is?"

"Sarcastic, green-eyed NYPD homicide detectives."

"Yeah, you and Jake would be a cute couple."

"That wasn't who I had in mind." He crossed over to Sara and put his hand on her shoulder. "Sara......"

"Don't! We're fine the way things are."

"I can't do this, Sara. I can't pretend anymore."

"Please?"

"Sara, that isn't fair."

"Are you sure about what you want?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you think, that in the end, we would be better off like this?"

"No."

"I think you would prefer to be friends."

"Sara, if I secretly prefer to be friends." He bent down and kissed her. "Then why does it feel so right when that happens?"

"Ian, patience."

"What?"

"Time, I need it." Ian took a step back and nodded his head.

"Then time you shall have. Bye, Sara."

"Bye." And he left. Sara was still dazed from the kiss. She backed into the wall and sat down.

"What the hell is happening to me?"

Eli: Hi all. Question: Who would win the fight? Lara Croft or Sara Pezzini? I think Sara would. Agree?