Editor's Note: Sorry for not including the disclaimer before, but isn't it
obvious that I don't own Lara Croft? Why else would I be writing FANfics?
Ahem. Doo, dee, doo, dee, doo…PLEASE review!
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"Absolutely not."
Sir Croft was furious. Lara and Aren had broken the news to him and softened the blow as much as they could.
"I am a quite capable adult, father. I can handle this." Lara insisted. She knew the real reason behind his stubbornness. It was so obvious her father refused to accept the fact that she was growing up. She could also tell that all of this basically has something to do with the loss of the women most dear to Lord Croft in his life. Lara's mother had passed away of a passing epidemic when she was ten or so, and it was still a pain for him to talk about it.
"Is that so?" Sir Croft said mischievously.
"Yeah, don't worry. Those fighting lessons she got are really paying off." Aren said quickly.
Lara kicked him hard in the shins. Aren silently mouthed various curses and threw a glare at her. She smiled evilly back at him, and batting her eyelashes innocently at her bemused father kicked him again for good measure.
Croft looked at Aren, and then his daughter, and back again with a part puzzled, part suspicious expression.
"What…?" he started.
"Ohh-nothing father." Lara said cautiously. She was walking in a quagmire now and had to choose her words carefully. "Just that, uuummm…I've been taking lessons from-"
"From me!" Aren cut in. He winked secretively at Lara and she grinned back.
"Yes, of course." Sir Croft said in a relieved tone. "I was wondering what you two were up to." he added with a sly look.
"Oh, do shut up, father." Lara said hitting his shoulder affectionately. As if that had triggered some new-found idea in Sir Croft, he stood up with wide eyes and exclaimed,
"It's been decided, then. You two will spend some time together alone and I won't be interfering-much."
"I wouldn't have such high hopes, you know." Lara told him smugly. Things were going well considering the fact Lord Croft wasn't the easiest person to handle. Apparently Lara's fighting skills and Sir Croft's assumption that she and Aren were going to get married today and have babies tomorrow satisfied his reasoning.
During these exchanges Aren had been standing with and amused and a bit melancholy expression on his face. He knew of the special father-daughter bond they held and bitterly wished he had had such a trust-worthy father…
"Ahem, well, anyways, I believe we really should be going now." he interrupted.
"Really, then? Ah, my child." he said in a pained way. Lord Croft then embraced his daughter warmly for the last time for many years to come and patted her head.
"Oh, and if you don't mind, I am having some of my people track you until you children reach the city limits." he added as if it was an after- thought, "Good luck, dears."
Lara quickly kissed his cheek and with a simple "Bye" she glanced at Aren. Their eyes locked and Lara nodded confidently. Aren abruptly turned and started away. Lara and her father exchanged a questioning look, and with a shrug, she hurried after him.
When she had caught up to him, she laid a gently but firm hand on his shoulder and whirled him around.
"What is up with you?" she asked getting directly to the point.
"Nothing that concerns you." he spat contemptuously.
"Of course it concerns me! I don't want to be stuck with a person who's always in a bad mood the whole time!" she exclaimed. Lara was immediately regretful. Aren was not always this moody, something was up and she was appropriately concerned, though it may not seem like it.
Aren glared at her. "I don't understand. How could everyone be so happy?" he said almost accusingly.
"Does not everyone have the right to be happy?" she asked him matter-of- factly. She sighed. "Look, why don't you just find some nice tree or rock or something to take all of your anger out on?"
He snorted. "Aarrrghh…whatever." He turned and stalked off.
"Uumm…in case you're interested, you're going the wrong…!-dammit." She called after him. Lara sighed, rolling her eyes upward. This was going to be a loong night.
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Sorry for such a short chapter, not exactly my best piece of literature, please R&R so I can write more for you guys!
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"Absolutely not."
Sir Croft was furious. Lara and Aren had broken the news to him and softened the blow as much as they could.
"I am a quite capable adult, father. I can handle this." Lara insisted. She knew the real reason behind his stubbornness. It was so obvious her father refused to accept the fact that she was growing up. She could also tell that all of this basically has something to do with the loss of the women most dear to Lord Croft in his life. Lara's mother had passed away of a passing epidemic when she was ten or so, and it was still a pain for him to talk about it.
"Is that so?" Sir Croft said mischievously.
"Yeah, don't worry. Those fighting lessons she got are really paying off." Aren said quickly.
Lara kicked him hard in the shins. Aren silently mouthed various curses and threw a glare at her. She smiled evilly back at him, and batting her eyelashes innocently at her bemused father kicked him again for good measure.
Croft looked at Aren, and then his daughter, and back again with a part puzzled, part suspicious expression.
"What…?" he started.
"Ohh-nothing father." Lara said cautiously. She was walking in a quagmire now and had to choose her words carefully. "Just that, uuummm…I've been taking lessons from-"
"From me!" Aren cut in. He winked secretively at Lara and she grinned back.
"Yes, of course." Sir Croft said in a relieved tone. "I was wondering what you two were up to." he added with a sly look.
"Oh, do shut up, father." Lara said hitting his shoulder affectionately. As if that had triggered some new-found idea in Sir Croft, he stood up with wide eyes and exclaimed,
"It's been decided, then. You two will spend some time together alone and I won't be interfering-much."
"I wouldn't have such high hopes, you know." Lara told him smugly. Things were going well considering the fact Lord Croft wasn't the easiest person to handle. Apparently Lara's fighting skills and Sir Croft's assumption that she and Aren were going to get married today and have babies tomorrow satisfied his reasoning.
During these exchanges Aren had been standing with and amused and a bit melancholy expression on his face. He knew of the special father-daughter bond they held and bitterly wished he had had such a trust-worthy father…
"Ahem, well, anyways, I believe we really should be going now." he interrupted.
"Really, then? Ah, my child." he said in a pained way. Lord Croft then embraced his daughter warmly for the last time for many years to come and patted her head.
"Oh, and if you don't mind, I am having some of my people track you until you children reach the city limits." he added as if it was an after- thought, "Good luck, dears."
Lara quickly kissed his cheek and with a simple "Bye" she glanced at Aren. Their eyes locked and Lara nodded confidently. Aren abruptly turned and started away. Lara and her father exchanged a questioning look, and with a shrug, she hurried after him.
When she had caught up to him, she laid a gently but firm hand on his shoulder and whirled him around.
"What is up with you?" she asked getting directly to the point.
"Nothing that concerns you." he spat contemptuously.
"Of course it concerns me! I don't want to be stuck with a person who's always in a bad mood the whole time!" she exclaimed. Lara was immediately regretful. Aren was not always this moody, something was up and she was appropriately concerned, though it may not seem like it.
Aren glared at her. "I don't understand. How could everyone be so happy?" he said almost accusingly.
"Does not everyone have the right to be happy?" she asked him matter-of- factly. She sighed. "Look, why don't you just find some nice tree or rock or something to take all of your anger out on?"
He snorted. "Aarrrghh…whatever." He turned and stalked off.
"Uumm…in case you're interested, you're going the wrong…!-dammit." She called after him. Lara sighed, rolling her eyes upward. This was going to be a loong night.
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Sorry for such a short chapter, not exactly my best piece of literature, please R&R so I can write more for you guys!