disclaimer: I do not own Witchblade, Tomb Raider and any of the supporting
cast of the series
note: this story is primarily based on the comic series, not TV. Thus there occur some differences /mainly in the character's appearance/. The core of the story is based on the Witchblade-Tomb Raider crossover, done some time ago by Top Cow
Chapter 1
Sara Pezzini sneezed. The sharp movement of her body nearly threw her over the edge of the stone ledge, on which she was crouching. She regained her balance and cursed under her breath. Great! That was one of the reasons she hated jungle. Bugs! Mosquitoes, to be precise. They get everywhere, but they prefer eyes and nose. And it's really hard not to be stung, when one is wearing nothing more than a steel bikini. It was all Lara's fault! Their paths has crossed about half a year ago, in a ruined apartment in New York, where Lara has battled nothing less than a demon. Naturally to Sara it was a daily routine. With some exceptions. Anyway, Ms Croft took a liking to Ms Pezzini. She found her companionship 'useful' on many occasions, in many palaces. Tibet, Russia, China. And now, South Africa. Lara said that this is no jungle. 'Wait till you see the Amazon!'. Huh! Sara was nearly - no! - pretty sure, this is her last excursion with Ms Croft. Her mental health depended on it. Sound of gunshots came from the distance. Sara yawned. Lara was having wild fun, shooting at everything moving in the proximity. And all this for what? For an ancient piece of junk? Some older-than-times mumbo- jumbo? Jeez! Really; saving the world is one thing, satisfying one's needs another. Somebody should tell Ms Croft : 'Stop fooling around, get yourself a charity fund, put your money to something useful!'. Lara emerged from the jungle, unharmed except one shallow cut on her left forearm. She was holding a piece of stone and she was doing it in a manner a believer would carry a Bible. 'Coast is clear!', she shouted. 'No kidding', murmured Sara. 'Did you have a good time?' Lara shrugged. 'Well, as a matter of fact yes, I did. Why didn't you want to come along?' Sara jumped from the ledge and landed gracefully, as always. 'I think I don't fancy tombs. Any kind of tombs. And jungles. But I prefer jungles to tombs. Generally.' 'Right. Next time we'll do something on open air.' How somebody can be so blind-folded? Sara didn't know. 'Next time? You know, I think I'm going to.' 'Have a bath, long, warm, cleansing. How about that?' Lara used her free arm to pull Sara near, in a semi hug. 'I know, we both need a break from those dirty tombs and jungles. Let's take a vacation, shall we?' A vacation? Sara felt her stomach swirl. This doesn't sound good, oh, no. No.! 'I think I didn't see the city of New York properly the last time I visited it. I would love to get to know it better! And you, Sara, you would make an extraordinary guide!' Sara closed her eyes and sighted. Well. OK, Ms Croft will spend her vacation in Big Apple and leave. It will be only two weeks, three tops. She can survive. She'll manage. 'That sounds like. A good idea.' She replied, with a faded smile. Lara did not pay much attention to Sara's body language. 'Super! We'll have a rally great time! Girl talk, sheer fun, clubbing! Nothing straightens female friendship as much as girl talk! Like in that TV series of yours. How it was.' Sara wondered why didn't Witchblade warn her about this situation. It was life-threatening. 'Yes, I remember now! Xena!' This was going to be a log, long vacation. End of chapter 1 To be continued.
OK, this is my first fan fiction ever. Be gentle. one more thing: I do like Lara Croft. It's just I like Sara better(
note: this story is primarily based on the comic series, not TV. Thus there occur some differences /mainly in the character's appearance/. The core of the story is based on the Witchblade-Tomb Raider crossover, done some time ago by Top Cow
Chapter 1
Sara Pezzini sneezed. The sharp movement of her body nearly threw her over the edge of the stone ledge, on which she was crouching. She regained her balance and cursed under her breath. Great! That was one of the reasons she hated jungle. Bugs! Mosquitoes, to be precise. They get everywhere, but they prefer eyes and nose. And it's really hard not to be stung, when one is wearing nothing more than a steel bikini. It was all Lara's fault! Their paths has crossed about half a year ago, in a ruined apartment in New York, where Lara has battled nothing less than a demon. Naturally to Sara it was a daily routine. With some exceptions. Anyway, Ms Croft took a liking to Ms Pezzini. She found her companionship 'useful' on many occasions, in many palaces. Tibet, Russia, China. And now, South Africa. Lara said that this is no jungle. 'Wait till you see the Amazon!'. Huh! Sara was nearly - no! - pretty sure, this is her last excursion with Ms Croft. Her mental health depended on it. Sound of gunshots came from the distance. Sara yawned. Lara was having wild fun, shooting at everything moving in the proximity. And all this for what? For an ancient piece of junk? Some older-than-times mumbo- jumbo? Jeez! Really; saving the world is one thing, satisfying one's needs another. Somebody should tell Ms Croft : 'Stop fooling around, get yourself a charity fund, put your money to something useful!'. Lara emerged from the jungle, unharmed except one shallow cut on her left forearm. She was holding a piece of stone and she was doing it in a manner a believer would carry a Bible. 'Coast is clear!', she shouted. 'No kidding', murmured Sara. 'Did you have a good time?' Lara shrugged. 'Well, as a matter of fact yes, I did. Why didn't you want to come along?' Sara jumped from the ledge and landed gracefully, as always. 'I think I don't fancy tombs. Any kind of tombs. And jungles. But I prefer jungles to tombs. Generally.' 'Right. Next time we'll do something on open air.' How somebody can be so blind-folded? Sara didn't know. 'Next time? You know, I think I'm going to.' 'Have a bath, long, warm, cleansing. How about that?' Lara used her free arm to pull Sara near, in a semi hug. 'I know, we both need a break from those dirty tombs and jungles. Let's take a vacation, shall we?' A vacation? Sara felt her stomach swirl. This doesn't sound good, oh, no. No.! 'I think I didn't see the city of New York properly the last time I visited it. I would love to get to know it better! And you, Sara, you would make an extraordinary guide!' Sara closed her eyes and sighted. Well. OK, Ms Croft will spend her vacation in Big Apple and leave. It will be only two weeks, three tops. She can survive. She'll manage. 'That sounds like. A good idea.' She replied, with a faded smile. Lara did not pay much attention to Sara's body language. 'Super! We'll have a rally great time! Girl talk, sheer fun, clubbing! Nothing straightens female friendship as much as girl talk! Like in that TV series of yours. How it was.' Sara wondered why didn't Witchblade warn her about this situation. It was life-threatening. 'Yes, I remember now! Xena!' This was going to be a log, long vacation. End of chapter 1 To be continued.
OK, this is my first fan fiction ever. Be gentle. one more thing: I do like Lara Croft. It's just I like Sara better(