Complicated

Hello!

Hello!

I'm LaDiNi

I'm Isa!

Me, LaDiNi, decided to make a AoD crossover fic with MGS, and dedicate it to Isa, for she accidently gave me the idea to do it!

LaDiNi got a major surprize when she asked me if I, Isa, wanted to make the fic with her! So, here it goes!

Chapter I - by LaDiNi

Run Away

Lara's face met Kurtis's as they fell on top of each other. Afraid of a compromising situation, they just got up without saying anything to each other and continued their path.

The dogs the police were using weren't making their situation easy - Kurtis was severely injured from that nasty fight with Boaz and Lara was a wanted criminal.

Things couldn't possibly get worse!

Are you sure about that?

A new sound came from above - it was somewhat familiar. . .

A chopper.

"Oh no!"

"What?" Kurtis asked very low.

"Don't you hear that? It's a chopper! Were heading to the city, but we still have to walk for a bit before we reach it's bounds, that helicopter will trap us as soon as we exit the hood!"

Lara was very concerned - Kurtis needed medical attention and she wasn't all that well anyway. Turning back would mean facing the police, their shotguns, their machine guns and their dogs. Heading forward meant getting trapped by the incoming helicopter.

Cornered like a mouse. . . Now what?

The answer to that simple question didn't seem to be appearing anytime soon, so Lara and Co. tryed their best to carry on what they were doing- namely, trying to get away from this place.

Did anyone forget Kurtis was injured?

In a few seconds his face met the ground. Kurtis Trent finally fainted as a consequence of his open wounds and he didn't seem to be waking up in the next few hours. What more could go wrong?

A very heavy Lara continued to walk, that simple task now seemed impossible with Kurtis' weight on her back.

New sound again.

A bike?!

Lara almost screamed in her head. It was impossible! She could run and escape but she woudn't dare leave Kurtis behind.

What is wrong with me?! I hardly know this guy- as far as I'm concerned, all he brought me was trouble! Why can't I just leave him behind?

Almost afraid of the answer, Lara kept pushing forward, dragging herself and Kurtis. Finaly, the the end of the road - the hood was over, all there was now was open terrain. Lara reached above - the chopper  wasn't there.

But where's the bike? I know I heard a bike!

Lara scoped the trees -

Silence. . .

Total and complete silence.

This screams trap... but heck, I don't have a choice! In which direction did the police come?

Silence

*Hn?* Were is the police? I can't hear them! They can't be gone, I'm a wanted murderer, they woudn't let me get away this easily!

Trap? Well, I'll have to take the chance, Kurtis is badly injured and I can't carry him much further.

Lara proceded, unwary of a shadow following close behind. The bike was parked next to the now retriving police officers. It's amazing what a piece of paper can do! The grey dressed man followed his target, studying her stand, alone, hurt in the middle of a bush. Prague was very close. He wondered where she would go - she coudn't go to the city, the police would easily trap a wanted wounded criminal. But the man on her back needed medical attention - badly - and nothing in her files seemed to say "medical experience".

So, she's going to meet someone to help them. . .

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Lara was walking for over one hour now - how long could she stand? She could feel the cold slipping into her body, blurs of white seemed to confuse her vision. And she didn't even know if her only chance would help her.

I hope the police didn't decide to check his background. . .  Will she believe in me? She is her niece, not him. . .  But she liked staying at the mansion, we actually had some good time together. . .  Oh, God, I hope she believes in me!

Fifteen minutes later Lara exited the hoods that surrounded Prague and headed for the city.  Fortunetly, her target destination was in the suburbs. And fortunatly for her, it was night already.

Think about it, me being a wanted criminal is not that bad - ever since people heard of Von Croy's murder that most people are afraid of going out at night!

Lara proceded. Finaly, she reached the small house. It's white and red tiles were unfit for the English inhabitant of the house. Lara remembered Marge telling her that when she went to visit her sick uncle - Jeeves. She was quite surprised when Lara invited her to stay over and spend some days with her. It helped Jeeves get better and brought a little light to Lara's day - though back then she was hardly alone for a week-end. Marge was a bright happy and cheerful person. She was also a vet. . .

She has basic medecine knowledge and she can sure give Kurtis a hand.

Lara crossed the gate - she was still surprised on that she hadn't crossed anybody. Yet.

A loud bark came from the back of the house - fortunatly for her, the mongrel dogs were enclosed in the back of the garden's fence, or Lara would be in big trouble. Some movement inside the house - Lara ran to the door.

Marge's husband.

Damn!

The man hadn't lay a feet outside the porch when Lara pulled him out with her left hand on his mouth and a gun aiming at him.

"Please, I'm not going to hurt you. I will release you, alright? I expect you to be silent."

The man noded and Lara stepped away from him. As he got up and recovered from the fright, Marge barged into the room.

"Did you check th. . ."

. . .

"Hello Marge."

"Lara? Oh my God, what happened to you? Oh, my, come and sit down!"

"Wait Marge, I have to tell you something - I am wan. . ."

"No need to tell me, I know you're wanted for murder! But I don't believe in it!"

Lara looked at her with a strange face. Marge smiled and approached her friend.

"Listen Lara, for many years people have said that I have an insight.  They say so, because even when all the proof point other wise, I follow my beliefs and in the end, they are right! And I believe that this is all a misunderstanding. Besides, I had to swear to uncle Jee that I didn't take you for a criminal when he phoned me."

Lara coudn't help but smile. Marge had that effect on people, she could trust her life to a person she'd met five minutes ago if she believed in that person. Lara had long lost her way of trusting people, even her own friends.  Lara Croft was very different from what she used to be. Dark and cold, she slowly pushed them away, locking herself up from the outer world to cry out her grief.

Alone.

All alone.

But now was not the time to think of such things!

"I have something to tell you - it's an awfully long story, but I have a wounded person that needs your help imediately! Will you help?" Lara's eyes almost begged.

An inquisite look from Marge and Lara's hope almost vanished, but she nodded. Lara felt relieved.

"Come, he's outside!"

Lara brought Kurtis inside, thanking all the gods she could remember for not being seen and folowed a white dressed Marge and very confused husband to the inside of the house.

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From the safety of the bushes, Solid Snake watched the Croft woman. She had found some help.

Now what?

Snake went for his bike - all his equipment was there, including his orders.

Hope none of those police officers remember to check the bike.

Though his special international license gave him power over Prague's police department, he would have to do lots of explaining if anyone was to see all the armour he was caring. His superiors insisted in it when they re-re-recruted him - can't a man enjoy his retirement!? - but he was the stealthy, shadowy type - he prefered sneaking onto an enemy rather then shoot him down, making noise, alerting others and using weapons he didn't particularly like.

Now back on his motorcycle, Snake scoped the sky. It was a lovely night.

But even the most beautiful things can hold the most dangerous traps....

End of chapter

Tada!

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*LaDiNi is crazy. . . *

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