"It's heat-seeking!" Wild shouted and did a corkscrew, causing Pyro to turn a little green. "Take over!" Pyro found himself flying the plane. Well, really hanging on for dear life because he didn't know how to fly the damn thing.
Wild closed her eyes and concentrated hard on the missile. She shut it down after a moment and then worked on the other jet.
The lights flickered on and off in the cabin of Ryan and Joe's jet.
"She's messin' with the controls!" Joe shouted angrily, "She don't want him to die!"
"Duh!" Ryan shot back and tried to turn the jammed steering wheel. He could see Lara hold out her hands, and that was when the jet shuddered. With the last ounce of power they had, Ryan sent out another missile just before Lara drained the jet and they fell-fast.
Wild Thing took over the controls and barely had time to register the new missile when it exploded into the back of their jet. They started falling as well. Wild managed to use last bit of energy in the plane and her rod to land them safely in a place close to a nice neighborhood. She forced the ladder down and looked at Pyro, who still seemed sick.
"Ugh," was all he said before he ran outside. Retching sounds could soon be heard.
Wild joined Pyro later, when he wasn't upchucking his guts. He looked better after a while, and the green tinge had left his face. She snickered.
"You know, aside for the death factor and all, that was kind of funny." He simply glared at her.
"I mean, did you listen to them! They sounded like someone off a really cheap action movie!" Pyro had to smile at that. They stepped out into the nearby neighborhood and Wild suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. They'd spotted her. She stood there, staring at two older adults who looked like they'd seen a ghost.
Pyro glanced at her and then at the people she was watching so intently. Her parents? He guessed and studied them. They were probably in their late fifties, both with short brown hair. The man had dark blue eyes, while the woman's was a hazel color. They were dressed like something out of a fashion magazine and the lady had dropped the letters she'd been holding. Lara grabbed his hand and he could feel her shaking. He pulled her closer to him and leaned over to whisper in her ear.
"Just keep walking. We'll be out of here soon." Wild nodded and he kept a wary eye on her parents. If they tried anything they'd be fried human sticks in a split second. He held his head high, like a wild stallion protecting his mare. No one touches my girl.
Lara was scared to death. It was very unlike her, but this blast from the past shocked her beyond measurement. She looked up to find Pyro staring down her parents with yet another unfamiliar look. He's threatening them…He's protecting me. She realized and immediately felt safe, secure. Her parents just stood there with their mouths agape. She looked up at Pyro again.
"Let's give them something to remember us by," she whispered and reached up to lock his lips in a passionate kiss. They stopped there and kissed for a moment, acting as if no one was watching, and then continued on their way, Wild laughing and staring up at John, her eyes shinning.
Her parents stood there, unable to move ever since they saw her. This stranger looked back at them with a sadness and fear they could barely comprehend. In that split second they'd realized what they had done to their once daughter. And then their eyes slipped over to study her partner. He looked at them with a gaze that clearly said, 'Touch her and you die'. The way Lara seemed to lean into him told them that it was much more than a friendship. The kiss they shared confirmed it. They went to bed that night, confused and afraid. Every time they closed their eyes they saw Lara's haunting gaze staring back at them. They began to wonder if what they had done was really the right thing…
Pyro: I am not a horse!
Lara: You acted like one. So macho and everything. (grin)
RTD: (shakes head)