*A/N: In some stories about Lara's plane crash, she is around 16 or 17. In this one, I didn't want to do that way, so I made her 21. Since she is older, she is already faced with the 'thugs' and assassins that she meets in all of her gaming adventures. Well, have fun reading! And please review!
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Skiing in the mountains wore Lara out, but it also refreshed her. She had spent a wonderful holiday by the Himalayan Mountains, but now it was time to go back to the meaningless existence that had been bestowed upon her the fateful day she was born. Of course she didn't have to worry about family; no crowds of people disturbed Lara. In fact, Lara always loved being alone. For some reason she felt claustrophobic around other people. To feel the crisp snow underneath her skis warmed her inside, no matter how cold it was!
She boarded the plane with her brown backpack slung over her shoulder and her 9 mms tucked safely in her inside coat pocket. Lara never went anywhere without a gun. She would never know when danger was lurking in the shadows. But this time, danger wouldn't be in human form...
Lara reached her seat by the window and sat down. The flight was not crowded at all- She didn't notice. Lara pulled out her laptop and started to peck at the keys rapidly. She checked her note pad every once in a while, making absolutely sure she was typing every word. (Not that she couldn't remember everything that had happened to her in the past week) but just in case.
A flight attendant walked over to Lara and tapped her on the shoulder, "Miss," She said snootily." You have to turn that off!" Lara didn't seem to notice the lady standing there with her hands on her hips. "Miss!" The lady tapped her foot on the floor, as if she were annoyed. Lara peered from over her rose glasses for only a moment to look at the rather tall, blonde lady next to her. Lara was not one to take orders from anyone. No one could tell her what to do! Lara simply brushed the lady's words off. But she casually saved her typing, and switched off the laptop.
The British looking woman looked satisfied and walked away (after she gave a smug grin). Lara never wanted that flight attendant to think that she was taking orders! So, Lara reached for her laptop again and plugged it in. The flight attendant walked over to her and said in a sweet voice, " Ma'am, if you do not turn that off we will have problems with our system!" Then in a more disrespectful tone, "So if you don't mind, you need to turn that bloody contraption off!" The lady finished with her eyebrows raised, and hands on her hips. Lara decided the lady wasn't worth speaking to, but she began quietly but firmly, "Then, for my safety and the safety of everyone kind on this flight, I will turn it off. Not because you told me to." Lara ended, and turned off her laptop. Then she thought, 'I thought I was the only one who gave British girls a bad name!'
Now the flight had started and they were flying over the gorgeous, snow covered Himalayan Mountains. Lara opened her window and scanned the territory- nothing but endless land and snow- the most beautiful things ever. Closing her eyes, Lara remembered the terrain that she had crossed on foot, the jagged cliffs that she had scaled. Yes, the mountains were a wonderful getaway. Breathing in the cold air that seemed to seep out of the glass window, Lara opened her eyes sat back in her chair.
Now, flying never bothered Lara, but screaming little kids did! "You can't make me!" Screamed the foolish little child, "I hate you!" Lara raised an eyebrow and thought, "If, if, that were my child, he'd be on the assault course for three hours straight." She smiled at her suggestion, but then shuddered as the screaming started again.
If Lara weren't so responsible, she would have blown that little kid away with her silenced pistol. But she enjoyed the flight. At least until the flight attendants started serving lunch...
She now knew what the lady's name was, Jen. "Hmm." Lara thought, "Not exactly a name for someone as pigheaded as her, but..." Her train of thought was disrupted by Jen offering her a drink ... rather nicely actually. Lara ordered a Pepsi with a slice of lemon and lime and watched as Jen smiled and handed her a napkin with her order. Jen walked away as Lara noticed some writing under the napkin...
'The Plane will crash. The captain doesn't want anyone to know. I trust you, Miss Lara Croft, to keep this under raps. I'm sorry for the way I acted. I guess I give British girls a bad name sometimes!
Jen'
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Skiing in the mountains wore Lara out, but it also refreshed her. She had spent a wonderful holiday by the Himalayan Mountains, but now it was time to go back to the meaningless existence that had been bestowed upon her the fateful day she was born. Of course she didn't have to worry about family; no crowds of people disturbed Lara. In fact, Lara always loved being alone. For some reason she felt claustrophobic around other people. To feel the crisp snow underneath her skis warmed her inside, no matter how cold it was!
She boarded the plane with her brown backpack slung over her shoulder and her 9 mms tucked safely in her inside coat pocket. Lara never went anywhere without a gun. She would never know when danger was lurking in the shadows. But this time, danger wouldn't be in human form...
Lara reached her seat by the window and sat down. The flight was not crowded at all- She didn't notice. Lara pulled out her laptop and started to peck at the keys rapidly. She checked her note pad every once in a while, making absolutely sure she was typing every word. (Not that she couldn't remember everything that had happened to her in the past week) but just in case.
A flight attendant walked over to Lara and tapped her on the shoulder, "Miss," She said snootily." You have to turn that off!" Lara didn't seem to notice the lady standing there with her hands on her hips. "Miss!" The lady tapped her foot on the floor, as if she were annoyed. Lara peered from over her rose glasses for only a moment to look at the rather tall, blonde lady next to her. Lara was not one to take orders from anyone. No one could tell her what to do! Lara simply brushed the lady's words off. But she casually saved her typing, and switched off the laptop.
The British looking woman looked satisfied and walked away (after she gave a smug grin). Lara never wanted that flight attendant to think that she was taking orders! So, Lara reached for her laptop again and plugged it in. The flight attendant walked over to her and said in a sweet voice, " Ma'am, if you do not turn that off we will have problems with our system!" Then in a more disrespectful tone, "So if you don't mind, you need to turn that bloody contraption off!" The lady finished with her eyebrows raised, and hands on her hips. Lara decided the lady wasn't worth speaking to, but she began quietly but firmly, "Then, for my safety and the safety of everyone kind on this flight, I will turn it off. Not because you told me to." Lara ended, and turned off her laptop. Then she thought, 'I thought I was the only one who gave British girls a bad name!'
Now the flight had started and they were flying over the gorgeous, snow covered Himalayan Mountains. Lara opened her window and scanned the territory- nothing but endless land and snow- the most beautiful things ever. Closing her eyes, Lara remembered the terrain that she had crossed on foot, the jagged cliffs that she had scaled. Yes, the mountains were a wonderful getaway. Breathing in the cold air that seemed to seep out of the glass window, Lara opened her eyes sat back in her chair.
Now, flying never bothered Lara, but screaming little kids did! "You can't make me!" Screamed the foolish little child, "I hate you!" Lara raised an eyebrow and thought, "If, if, that were my child, he'd be on the assault course for three hours straight." She smiled at her suggestion, but then shuddered as the screaming started again.
If Lara weren't so responsible, she would have blown that little kid away with her silenced pistol. But she enjoyed the flight. At least until the flight attendants started serving lunch...
She now knew what the lady's name was, Jen. "Hmm." Lara thought, "Not exactly a name for someone as pigheaded as her, but..." Her train of thought was disrupted by Jen offering her a drink ... rather nicely actually. Lara ordered a Pepsi with a slice of lemon and lime and watched as Jen smiled and handed her a napkin with her order. Jen walked away as Lara noticed some writing under the napkin...
'The Plane will crash. The captain doesn't want anyone to know. I trust you, Miss Lara Croft, to keep this under raps. I'm sorry for the way I acted. I guess I give British girls a bad name sometimes!
Jen'