**Ha, ha, this chapter is weird. I'll explain after though. You'll probably
figure it out.**
Larson sat in the backseat of Lara's car, humming. He had climbed in before she took off. She felt she didn't have time to stop and throw him out. She had to catch up to Kurtis. He couldn't have gotten far.
Kurtis drove until he was ready to fall asleep. After checking in at some hotel, he threw himself on a bed and closed his eyes. He knew that if she wasn't already, Lara would be looking for him soon. Well, he hoped to see her again ... after he got home, maybe. "Maybe not," he mumbled.
When the sun rose up, Lara decided it was time to find him another way. She looked at Larson and asked, "Do you think he went back home?" He just shrugged. "Larson, why don't you go find him; you always seem to be able to pull off finding people."
Larson said, "My goons are already on it."
"They are?"
"Mm-hm." Lara raised an eyebrow; obviously he knew something she didn't.
"Alright, Larson, tell me what you know that don't."
"I just told my goons to find out where he lives so we could go live with him and not be hobos anymore."
"Larson, you're not a hobo. But that's probably one of the smartest ideas you've had."
"Being a hobo?"
"No! Never mind!" Lara sped off back home. If she was fast enough she could do a background check on Kurtis and possibly get there at the same time as (maybe even before) him. And if he didn't go to his house, she could steal something of he'd have to come back.
Kurtis was up by eight and checked out of the hotel. Time to go home for a while. He hadn't been home since the beginning of the Paris incident. What an odd, eventful time that was. At least he got to meet Lara. He straddled his motorcycle and took off. After buying an airplane ticket, he had to sit and wait twenty minutes for his plane. A young, blonde, pigtailed girl sat down next to Kurtis and decided to talk to him. He sighed.
"Hi, I'm Tiffany," the girl said. Kurtis stayed silent, so she continued. "What's your name?"
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"So where are you headed?" She smiled like he was actually holding a conversation with her.
". Utah."
"Wow! Like, me too!" Kurtis groaned, but she didn't seem to hear him. "So, like, how old are you?" She didn't give him time to answer, which didn't matter 'cause he wasn't going to answer her anyways. She continued, "I'm twenty two and I was visiting some relatives here. This place is just, like, so neat. Don't you think?"
Kurtis sighed again. *Why me? Some one please shoot me*
Lara sighed," Ok, he lives in Utah. We have to get to Utah."
Larson said, "But what if he isn't there?"
"Don't worry . . . well . we'll find him somehow. He can't be that hard to find. We have to get a plane ticket. Come on!" She drug Larson to the car and threw him in. *Why am I bringing him again* As soon as she slammed the car door, she sped off.
Larson said, "So why is this artifact thingy so important?"
"Because it's mine," she said.
"Are you sure you're not just trying to get another chance to sleep with him?"
"Positive." *Why would I want to sleep with Kurtis? He's so stupid . and funny . and sexy . and- stop it* Larson said something, but she could only hear her thoughts. "What'd you say?"
"I said I would. Why don't you want to?"
"Larson, don't say that kind of stuff!"
"Can I have him?"
"What?"
"Can I-"
"I know what you said," she growled. "That's not something one guy should say about another guy."
"Well I'm open to all people, Lara."
"Ok! Just don't talk anymore."
A voice from the trunk said, "Uh, what about me, my nigga?"
"How did he get in here?!"
Larson said, "I stuffed him in the trunk while you were doing a background check on Kurtis."
"Larson!"
"Don't hurt me!"
The butler said (trying to rap), "What's up my homie, nigga G. Uh, we can be just you and me. Uh, dancing all the night away, until your hair turns white and, uh, gray. Break it down now."
Lara said, "That was gay. Ok, new rule, unless I say; only I can talk. Got it?"
"Wha'eva my sista." Lara sighed.
Kurtis got in his seat on the plane and sighed. He thought he was going to go crazy from that girl talking all the time. "Finally," he said aloud, "it's quiet."
"Oh hey! Guess I get to sit by you!" He looked up. That girl, Tiffany was there. His eyes widened and he shook his head. "Isn't that just fantastic?" She sat down next to him and he groaned.
"Don't you have a friend or something you could go sit by?"
She laughed, "Nope, just you. You know, we could become really good friends. So, like do you have a family in Utah or are you just visiting?"
"Visiting if you live anywhere near me." She laughed again taking it as an attempt to flirt with her. He turned toward the window, but she kept right on talking. He thought of all the possible things Lara could be doing right now. *She's probably stuck with Larson somewhere*
Lara's car came to a sudden stop. "Isn't that Kurtis's motorcycle?"
Larson said, "Where?"
"What an idiot! Screw the airplane! I'm taking his motorcycle! Larson, take the car and follow me." She jumped on the motorcycle and found that he was dumb enough to leave the key under the seat.
"Where are we going?"
"Old friend's house. He can get us there with both vehicles! Let's go!" Lara sped off with Larson behind her. He had her surprised; he drove well for how dumb he was.
"And this is my little sister, Katrina," Tiffany said showing him pictures from her purse. "Isn't she just the cutest thing?"
"Sure, whatever," Kurtis mumbled. The girl was making him tired. "Listen, I'm gonna try and sleep, it'll go faster that way."
"Ok. I'll wake ya when we get there," she said with a flirty giggle.
Kurtis rolled his eyes. "Yeah, thanks." He closed his eyes; instead of sleeping he ran through all the times he'd been around Lara. She was part of the reason he was alive now. He'd looked forward to seeing her again and didn't give up. Obviously, she wasn't happy to see him again. *Ah, she's just hidin' it, that's all* He fell asleep.
"Hey," a female voice lured him out of his sleep. "We're here now." Kurtis opened his eyes to see Tiffany. "Gee, you slept the whole time!" He noticed everyone getting off.
"I need to get off now," he said.
She laughed, "I know that, silly."
"Move." She moved still talking, but he didn't hear her. She was still talking even after they got off. "Bye," he said walking away.
"Bye! Maybe I'll see you around!" She waved and ran over to a group of people, her family and friends. Kurtis walked out of the airport.
Kurtis took his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door to his apartment. The whole place was messy, just the way he'd left it. He lay on his bed and sighed. He took out the Iris. "What the hell is this thing?" There was a thump noise, Kurtis whipped his gun out and pointed it at Larson.
Larson said, "Sorry. I thought it'd be fun to come through the window." The door broke open; Lara pointed her pistol at Kurtis.
"Alright, hand it over," Lara yelled. "Now!"
Kurtis looked at Lara, then Larson and asked, "How the hell did you find me?"
"I can do anything. Hand it over or I'll take your motorcycle as well."
"You got my motorcycle?"
"Now!"
"Alright." He threw the Iris to her. She caught it and walked out. "Wait a minute!" He went after her. "Lara, stop!" She ran ahead of him, he sped up and finally grabbed her arm. "Stop."
"What do you want, Kurtis?" Kurtis opened his mouth to say something when Larson ran up to them.
"Hey Lara," Larson said, "some guy just handed me this through the window." He gave her a piece of paper.
Lara read it to them, "We have you Butler, hand yourself over or he dies. Signed That Guy." She looked around, confused by the name. "Well, that's stupid, but we have to go get him."
Kurtis said, "Why?"
"Because he's my butler. He may be slow, but he gets some stuff done."
Larson said, "Well, that's what you get for leaving him alone in the car."
"I've got nothing else to do," Kurtis said, "I'm goin' with."
"Me too! Let's go get That Guy!" They all looked around, confused.
**The weird thing about this chapter is the motorcycle. I totally forgot all about it when he was on the plane and I figured someone would complain. So I thought maybe Lara could pick it up, but then how would she get it to him. Then I remembered in the first Tomb Raider how they got her in the jungle with the jeep, but I didn't mention it in the story. ^-^ I got to be more careful.**
Larson sat in the backseat of Lara's car, humming. He had climbed in before she took off. She felt she didn't have time to stop and throw him out. She had to catch up to Kurtis. He couldn't have gotten far.
Kurtis drove until he was ready to fall asleep. After checking in at some hotel, he threw himself on a bed and closed his eyes. He knew that if she wasn't already, Lara would be looking for him soon. Well, he hoped to see her again ... after he got home, maybe. "Maybe not," he mumbled.
When the sun rose up, Lara decided it was time to find him another way. She looked at Larson and asked, "Do you think he went back home?" He just shrugged. "Larson, why don't you go find him; you always seem to be able to pull off finding people."
Larson said, "My goons are already on it."
"They are?"
"Mm-hm." Lara raised an eyebrow; obviously he knew something she didn't.
"Alright, Larson, tell me what you know that don't."
"I just told my goons to find out where he lives so we could go live with him and not be hobos anymore."
"Larson, you're not a hobo. But that's probably one of the smartest ideas you've had."
"Being a hobo?"
"No! Never mind!" Lara sped off back home. If she was fast enough she could do a background check on Kurtis and possibly get there at the same time as (maybe even before) him. And if he didn't go to his house, she could steal something of he'd have to come back.
Kurtis was up by eight and checked out of the hotel. Time to go home for a while. He hadn't been home since the beginning of the Paris incident. What an odd, eventful time that was. At least he got to meet Lara. He straddled his motorcycle and took off. After buying an airplane ticket, he had to sit and wait twenty minutes for his plane. A young, blonde, pigtailed girl sat down next to Kurtis and decided to talk to him. He sighed.
"Hi, I'm Tiffany," the girl said. Kurtis stayed silent, so she continued. "What's your name?"
"."
"So where are you headed?" She smiled like he was actually holding a conversation with her.
". Utah."
"Wow! Like, me too!" Kurtis groaned, but she didn't seem to hear him. "So, like, how old are you?" She didn't give him time to answer, which didn't matter 'cause he wasn't going to answer her anyways. She continued, "I'm twenty two and I was visiting some relatives here. This place is just, like, so neat. Don't you think?"
Kurtis sighed again. *Why me? Some one please shoot me*
Lara sighed," Ok, he lives in Utah. We have to get to Utah."
Larson said, "But what if he isn't there?"
"Don't worry . . . well . we'll find him somehow. He can't be that hard to find. We have to get a plane ticket. Come on!" She drug Larson to the car and threw him in. *Why am I bringing him again* As soon as she slammed the car door, she sped off.
Larson said, "So why is this artifact thingy so important?"
"Because it's mine," she said.
"Are you sure you're not just trying to get another chance to sleep with him?"
"Positive." *Why would I want to sleep with Kurtis? He's so stupid . and funny . and sexy . and- stop it* Larson said something, but she could only hear her thoughts. "What'd you say?"
"I said I would. Why don't you want to?"
"Larson, don't say that kind of stuff!"
"Can I have him?"
"What?"
"Can I-"
"I know what you said," she growled. "That's not something one guy should say about another guy."
"Well I'm open to all people, Lara."
"Ok! Just don't talk anymore."
A voice from the trunk said, "Uh, what about me, my nigga?"
"How did he get in here?!"
Larson said, "I stuffed him in the trunk while you were doing a background check on Kurtis."
"Larson!"
"Don't hurt me!"
The butler said (trying to rap), "What's up my homie, nigga G. Uh, we can be just you and me. Uh, dancing all the night away, until your hair turns white and, uh, gray. Break it down now."
Lara said, "That was gay. Ok, new rule, unless I say; only I can talk. Got it?"
"Wha'eva my sista." Lara sighed.
Kurtis got in his seat on the plane and sighed. He thought he was going to go crazy from that girl talking all the time. "Finally," he said aloud, "it's quiet."
"Oh hey! Guess I get to sit by you!" He looked up. That girl, Tiffany was there. His eyes widened and he shook his head. "Isn't that just fantastic?" She sat down next to him and he groaned.
"Don't you have a friend or something you could go sit by?"
She laughed, "Nope, just you. You know, we could become really good friends. So, like do you have a family in Utah or are you just visiting?"
"Visiting if you live anywhere near me." She laughed again taking it as an attempt to flirt with her. He turned toward the window, but she kept right on talking. He thought of all the possible things Lara could be doing right now. *She's probably stuck with Larson somewhere*
Lara's car came to a sudden stop. "Isn't that Kurtis's motorcycle?"
Larson said, "Where?"
"What an idiot! Screw the airplane! I'm taking his motorcycle! Larson, take the car and follow me." She jumped on the motorcycle and found that he was dumb enough to leave the key under the seat.
"Where are we going?"
"Old friend's house. He can get us there with both vehicles! Let's go!" Lara sped off with Larson behind her. He had her surprised; he drove well for how dumb he was.
"And this is my little sister, Katrina," Tiffany said showing him pictures from her purse. "Isn't she just the cutest thing?"
"Sure, whatever," Kurtis mumbled. The girl was making him tired. "Listen, I'm gonna try and sleep, it'll go faster that way."
"Ok. I'll wake ya when we get there," she said with a flirty giggle.
Kurtis rolled his eyes. "Yeah, thanks." He closed his eyes; instead of sleeping he ran through all the times he'd been around Lara. She was part of the reason he was alive now. He'd looked forward to seeing her again and didn't give up. Obviously, she wasn't happy to see him again. *Ah, she's just hidin' it, that's all* He fell asleep.
"Hey," a female voice lured him out of his sleep. "We're here now." Kurtis opened his eyes to see Tiffany. "Gee, you slept the whole time!" He noticed everyone getting off.
"I need to get off now," he said.
She laughed, "I know that, silly."
"Move." She moved still talking, but he didn't hear her. She was still talking even after they got off. "Bye," he said walking away.
"Bye! Maybe I'll see you around!" She waved and ran over to a group of people, her family and friends. Kurtis walked out of the airport.
Kurtis took his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door to his apartment. The whole place was messy, just the way he'd left it. He lay on his bed and sighed. He took out the Iris. "What the hell is this thing?" There was a thump noise, Kurtis whipped his gun out and pointed it at Larson.
Larson said, "Sorry. I thought it'd be fun to come through the window." The door broke open; Lara pointed her pistol at Kurtis.
"Alright, hand it over," Lara yelled. "Now!"
Kurtis looked at Lara, then Larson and asked, "How the hell did you find me?"
"I can do anything. Hand it over or I'll take your motorcycle as well."
"You got my motorcycle?"
"Now!"
"Alright." He threw the Iris to her. She caught it and walked out. "Wait a minute!" He went after her. "Lara, stop!" She ran ahead of him, he sped up and finally grabbed her arm. "Stop."
"What do you want, Kurtis?" Kurtis opened his mouth to say something when Larson ran up to them.
"Hey Lara," Larson said, "some guy just handed me this through the window." He gave her a piece of paper.
Lara read it to them, "We have you Butler, hand yourself over or he dies. Signed That Guy." She looked around, confused by the name. "Well, that's stupid, but we have to go get him."
Kurtis said, "Why?"
"Because he's my butler. He may be slow, but he gets some stuff done."
Larson said, "Well, that's what you get for leaving him alone in the car."
"I've got nothing else to do," Kurtis said, "I'm goin' with."
"Me too! Let's go get That Guy!" They all looked around, confused.
**The weird thing about this chapter is the motorcycle. I totally forgot all about it when he was on the plane and I figured someone would complain. So I thought maybe Lara could pick it up, but then how would she get it to him. Then I remembered in the first Tomb Raider how they got her in the jungle with the jeep, but I didn't mention it in the story. ^-^ I got to be more careful.**