Tomb Raider: The Quest for PEPPERMINT

DarkPhoenix-24
3. Chapter 3

Rated: T - English - Adventure - Reviews: 50 - Updated: 02-20-10 - Published: 01-01-09 - id:4762400

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Author's Notes: Hey, this is Krazyninja! This is the first chapter I wrote so bear with me! Here goes nuthin'!

Chapter Three

Lara's hands were shaking vigorously as they struggled to grasp the cup of hot cocoa. The temperature was about negative 37 degrees Celsius outside with a very cold wind to add. The Russians in the lodge were talking about a great blizzard that was to come soon.

"Hear that?" Lara took a sip of her hot cocoa, "Looks like we are stuck here until tomorrow."

"Well, that'll have to do then, unless you are willing to make way through the blizzard?"

Lara smirked. "Of course I could easily go through this storm! I'm just worried about you."

"Oh, so you do care about me? Well, I must say I'm astounded by your change of heart, but I kindly accept it."

"Hilarious."

Lara stood up and took her hot cocoa with her as she began to walk away.

"Lara, what do you think you are doing?"

"To do what I do best: explore! Goodnight Mr. Bond."

There wasn't much to look at. But Lara needed to get her mind off of this pesky leech that was constantly bugging her. There weren't many pictures on the wall. With hardly any decorations, it was just a lodge made out of logs. There were only a few rugs, three bedrooms, and one bathroom. Ha! So much for a "lodge"! Only three bedrooms. I'll have to make sure I get one first.

She came back to the living area only to find an abandoned cup of hot cocoa. Lara was a bit puzzled, but immediately brushed that off her mind. She grabbed her backpack and laptop and went to one of the bedrooms. One was already filled by the Russian homeowner. There was one across from it that seemed empty, so she made her way there. Clothes were already in the drawers and there were two beds. Just then, two maids made their way into the bedroom with a look of bewilderment on their faces. "Sorry," Was all Lara could muster from her embarrassment and went to the last one down the hall. She opened the door and was caught off guard when she saw James lying there reading a book.

"Oh, dearest me, Lara, it seems all the bedrooms are filled. Terribly sorry, but that couch in the living area is quiet comfy."

"Good. Then you will have no problem sleeping on it tonight. So be kind and leave." Lara added with malice.

"Oh, I don't think so. If you want a bed so badly, you'll have to just crawl in this one with me." As he said this, he moved his hand to the vacant side of the bed and gave it a slight tap with a smile on his face.

"You sadistic little bastard! I will not tolerate this any longer! I have far more experience than you do in these kinds of missions and I know what the hell I am doing! You will not make those snide remarks at me, or so help me God I will cut your tongue out. And I believe it will also benefit M as well if I send your tongue back to your headquarters!" Lara gritted her teeth in anger and balled up her fists. She grabbed her things and headed towards the living area when out of nowhere Bond busted out laughing. Lara didn't want to turn back around and exhaustion was getting the best of her. Ignoring Bond's laughter, she made her way to the living area. And actually, that couch was quiet comfy…

Lara… what are you doing?

Daddy, I was just looking at these pictures. I'm sorry.

It's quite alright darling. Would you like me to look at them with you?

Lara woke up and felt the cold air through the wood floor.

"Are you alright, miss?"

Lara looked up to see a very large man looking down at her. "Yes, I'm quite alright. I guess I was just dreaming again."

The man extended his hand out, "Need a lift?"

Lara grabbed his hand and got up, dusting herself off. Sadly, the couch and the floor were horrible for her back. The harsh winds of the blizzard were over, but the snow was thick. Lara sighed as she got ready for some heavy snow. Her hair in a French braid, Lara walked into the room James took and realized he was still asleep. James' ripped torso had her pause for a second.

"Shirtless… how is he not cold?" Then Lara had an evil grin before leaving the room.

James kept dreaming about guns, car chases, dying, and it was uncomfortable.

There was a large pit and he could see Lara standing on the edge, facing him. There was blood pouring out of her mouth and a blood running down her torso and arms. She was holding out her hands to him and James reached out. She fell backwards into the pit and he lunged for her. He was too late and turned around to see M holding a gun at him and she pulled the trigger…

James jumped out of bed as an icy sharp pain seared across his chest and face. He looked around only to see Lara standing there with her arms crossed. A bucket was lying on the floor and James realized it was snow on him and the bed.

"Time to go." Lara commanded as she walked out.

"Oh, you will pay for that…" Bond mumbled as he pulled out his clothes.