So, here I am, writing a Tomb Raider fic…well, I remembered that Gerard Butler was in Tomb Raider 2 and thought I had to do something about that terrible ending. (Don't kill me for the title). So, take a look, tell me what you think! I would really welcome your comments (be nice) as I don't have a clear outline for this! (Naughty me, hehe). So, here goes….

For Love Or Money

"Put it back."

I watched as he slowly turned to me, amazement plain on his face.

"You're joking, right? We're taking this with us – it's ours!" He continued to push Pandora's box into his bag, laughing to himself as if what I had said was amusing.

"You're not walking out of here with that box. Put it back." I struggled to keep my voice steady, to hide my fear that now, after all we had been through, he wouldn't listen to me. I fought the urge to kick the relic back into the bubbling pool of acid it had come from.

"No, I don't think so. I helped you find it and keep from everyone else. This is my reward Croft! I'm taking it with me". He closed the bag, hefted it to his shoulders, and began to move toward the exit of the cave behind me.

"Terry - "

"NO!" His shout echoed of the walls as he stood in front of me. He grasped my shoulders in an iron grip; it took all my will to keep myself from flinching. "This is worth a fortune, Croft!" He said it urgently, shaking me.

"It could kill millions of innocent people," I replied, schooling my face into an expression of cool discipline and control.

"Alright, now you're being dramatic." He made to walk around me, but was stopped by the barrel of my gun. "So," he began softly, eyeing the weapon in my hand, "you have authorization to kill me, right? Well than, you'd better do it, because if you think just standing in front of me is going to be enough - !" I felt the back of his hand connect with my cheek, sending me crumpling to the ground. My temple struck a rock and I tasted blood.

"You don't have it in you to stop me." He towered over me as I struggled to stand. "Stop trying to be noble and think for once. All your fine ideas and morals – they're not real. I am, and you've loved me. I don't know how strong you think you are, but you're not gonna choose the world over me."

Damn his bloody pride. And damn him for telling the truth. For all my skills and adventures, being able to beat anyone at almost anything, killing people without a second thought, and always remaining calm and cool – this was one thing I couldn't do. I looked at my gun, lying close by my feet where it had fallen from my hand. All I had to do was swiftly grab it and I could shoot him from the ground before he knew what I'd moved. His eyes followed mine and he chuckled softly.

"No, you can't get it. And you wouldn't anyway Croft. I know you still have something for me". Curse his arrogance! Would he be able to stop me reaching around and taking his own weapon? I fought with myself, knowing that I couldn't let him carry the pestilence inside Pandora's Box out into the world. I should just end it now, shoot him between the eyes! I looked up at Terry and faltered in my internal pep talk. He had beautiful eyes. And suddenly, the thought of him lying dead at my feet brought tears to my own eyes.

As though he sensed my wavering resolve, he moved closer, tracing a finger down my cheek. I felt my eyes close treacherously as he leaned in, running his thumb over my lips, parting them. "Croft...," he murmured, his mouth inches from mine.

A/N: So, what do you think? Comments, suggestions….Should I continue it? And, if so, what should happen? Please review!