Lara learns the hard way to be careful what you wish for . . .
wish you were here
Chapter One: psyche
Lara carefully approached the pedestal upon which the lovely statue stood. It was an
intricate carving of the famous character from Greek mythology, Psyche. In the tale, Psyche was
the personification of the mind or soul of the collective human race who tried to discover Cupid's
true identity and was therefore separated from him. The moral lesson, Lara supposed, was that
we shouldn't question Love (as represented by Cupid), lest it depart from us. Of course, in the
myth, Psyche was eventually restored to Cupid after performing a series of tasks for Venus,
Cupid's mother. When Lara figured that part out, she'd never know. At this moment, all that
mattered was the statue, the flawless, white marble tribute to the genius of the Ancient Greeks.
Supposedly blessed of the gods, this replica of the fabled Psyche was told to contain powers
beyond anyone's comprehension. Of course, the gods controlled these powers and would never
release them unless they thought it would help a mortal learn the lesson in the story, namely to
accept love unquestioningly. As informed as Lara was upon the subject of mythology and legend,
the rarely took the same seriously unless they proved to be relevant. So she had no idea when she
was sitting in her hotel room in Athens later that night that a simple wish would soon be turned
against her in the most ironic way.
Lara turned the marvelous piece of art over and over in her rather large hands. "What a find this
was," she mused thoughtfully as her cat, Marco Kitty, curled up next to her and began to yowl.
Lara rolled her eyes in annoyance and shoved the cat to the floor. All that little furrball seemed to
do recently was caterwaul and complain. Ever since last January when- no the thought was
simply ridiculous- Indiana Jones, yes the Indiana Jones, whose youth had been preserved by a
mysterious artifact that he himself had recently destroyed, had walked out of her life -for the time
being anyway. He had told her the day he left that they would meet again, no matter what. His
promise to her was about to come true . . . with a vengeance. Anyway, her stupid half-Persian
feline had never really gotten over his hasty departure eight months ago. Even though Marco had
only seen him once, the kitty had immediately bonded to Professor Jones, and so had made a fuss
about it ever since he had left. "You probably miss him more than I do," she joked to the whining
animal on the floor. But no matter how hard she tried, Lara really couldn't forget the impetuous
explorer. After all, he was her obvious counterpart, and she, his. The fact seemed to annoy Lara
as much as she had pretended she had been annoyed by him when he expressed his affection for
her. In truth, if Lara had ever been in love with anyone, it was definitely Indy. And how could she
help loving him? What's not to love about a tall, good-looking, intelligent archaeologist who
obviously is in love -or at least in lust- with you? But the fact remained that Lara was, and always
would be, a "lone wolf." She couldn't change that even if she wanted to; it was in her blood. So a
relationship of that sort was completely out of the question.
But anyway, back to the statue. As Lara gazed at her latest find and dreamed of Indiana Jones,
she subconsciously thought four words that were about to turn her world upside down: "Wish
you were here." Unknown to her, the statue in her hands began to glow and radiate a supernatural
power. Before she knew what was happening, her mind was transported through a long tunnel at
the speed of light. The force was so great that as soon as her brain reached it's destination, she
blacked out.
***********************
Lara Croft on the floor of an ancient temple, unconscious. Her colleagues rushed over to
the spot where she lay on the ground, speaking frantically and in various languages. The first
sight she saw when her vision began to clear was that of a young, auburn haired girl about thirty
years old.
"My god, Indy, are you alright?" she asked in a distinctly English accent.
Lara groggily lifted her head to view her surrounding. She was shocked and alarmed to note that
she was in an unfamiliar temple surrounded by a myriad of strangers. "Where am I?" she asked
hoarsely in a voice that was definitely not her own.
"At Angkor Wat," replied the woman, surprised at the question. When Lara showed no signs of
recognition, she continued, "We're searching for the skeleton that Miss Croft told you about,
remember?"
Lara most certainly did not remember. And why was this stranger talking about her as if she
wasn't in the room? And for that matter, why had she called her "Indy" a few minutes before?
Suddenly, Lara had a very bad feeling about this whole thing. She slowly sat up and looked
down, dreading the worst. What she saw nearly caused her to pass out again. Her larger-than-life
bust had magically disappeared, leaving behind a chest that looked suspiciously like a man's.
"Oh, my god!" she said in her newly deepened voice. "I'm him-er he's me- er oh my god!"
Lara Croft had switched bodies with Indiana Jones!
wish you were here
Chapter One: psyche
Lara carefully approached the pedestal upon which the lovely statue stood. It was an
intricate carving of the famous character from Greek mythology, Psyche. In the tale, Psyche was
the personification of the mind or soul of the collective human race who tried to discover Cupid's
true identity and was therefore separated from him. The moral lesson, Lara supposed, was that
we shouldn't question Love (as represented by Cupid), lest it depart from us. Of course, in the
myth, Psyche was eventually restored to Cupid after performing a series of tasks for Venus,
Cupid's mother. When Lara figured that part out, she'd never know. At this moment, all that
mattered was the statue, the flawless, white marble tribute to the genius of the Ancient Greeks.
Supposedly blessed of the gods, this replica of the fabled Psyche was told to contain powers
beyond anyone's comprehension. Of course, the gods controlled these powers and would never
release them unless they thought it would help a mortal learn the lesson in the story, namely to
accept love unquestioningly. As informed as Lara was upon the subject of mythology and legend,
the rarely took the same seriously unless they proved to be relevant. So she had no idea when she
was sitting in her hotel room in Athens later that night that a simple wish would soon be turned
against her in the most ironic way.
Lara turned the marvelous piece of art over and over in her rather large hands. "What a find this
was," she mused thoughtfully as her cat, Marco Kitty, curled up next to her and began to yowl.
Lara rolled her eyes in annoyance and shoved the cat to the floor. All that little furrball seemed to
do recently was caterwaul and complain. Ever since last January when- no the thought was
simply ridiculous- Indiana Jones, yes the Indiana Jones, whose youth had been preserved by a
mysterious artifact that he himself had recently destroyed, had walked out of her life -for the time
being anyway. He had told her the day he left that they would meet again, no matter what. His
promise to her was about to come true . . . with a vengeance. Anyway, her stupid half-Persian
feline had never really gotten over his hasty departure eight months ago. Even though Marco had
only seen him once, the kitty had immediately bonded to Professor Jones, and so had made a fuss
about it ever since he had left. "You probably miss him more than I do," she joked to the whining
animal on the floor. But no matter how hard she tried, Lara really couldn't forget the impetuous
explorer. After all, he was her obvious counterpart, and she, his. The fact seemed to annoy Lara
as much as she had pretended she had been annoyed by him when he expressed his affection for
her. In truth, if Lara had ever been in love with anyone, it was definitely Indy. And how could she
help loving him? What's not to love about a tall, good-looking, intelligent archaeologist who
obviously is in love -or at least in lust- with you? But the fact remained that Lara was, and always
would be, a "lone wolf." She couldn't change that even if she wanted to; it was in her blood. So a
relationship of that sort was completely out of the question.
But anyway, back to the statue. As Lara gazed at her latest find and dreamed of Indiana Jones,
she subconsciously thought four words that were about to turn her world upside down: "Wish
you were here." Unknown to her, the statue in her hands began to glow and radiate a supernatural
power. Before she knew what was happening, her mind was transported through a long tunnel at
the speed of light. The force was so great that as soon as her brain reached it's destination, she
blacked out.
***********************
Lara Croft on the floor of an ancient temple, unconscious. Her colleagues rushed over to
the spot where she lay on the ground, speaking frantically and in various languages. The first
sight she saw when her vision began to clear was that of a young, auburn haired girl about thirty
years old.
"My god, Indy, are you alright?" she asked in a distinctly English accent.
Lara groggily lifted her head to view her surrounding. She was shocked and alarmed to note that
she was in an unfamiliar temple surrounded by a myriad of strangers. "Where am I?" she asked
hoarsely in a voice that was definitely not her own.
"At Angkor Wat," replied the woman, surprised at the question. When Lara showed no signs of
recognition, she continued, "We're searching for the skeleton that Miss Croft told you about,
remember?"
Lara most certainly did not remember. And why was this stranger talking about her as if she
wasn't in the room? And for that matter, why had she called her "Indy" a few minutes before?
Suddenly, Lara had a very bad feeling about this whole thing. She slowly sat up and looked
down, dreading the worst. What she saw nearly caused her to pass out again. Her larger-than-life
bust had magically disappeared, leaving behind a chest that looked suspiciously like a man's.
"Oh, my god!" she said in her newly deepened voice. "I'm him-er he's me- er oh my god!"
Lara Croft had switched bodies with Indiana Jones!