Disclaimer: Same as previous chapters.

Chapter 2

As the plane landed Andrew stuck his face to the window, he saw the Thames River and thought, "Wow, London is so cool."

He wondered vaguely about Lara Croft, Sallah had told him that she was basically like his grandfather was in his heyday.

Andrew walked out and saw a tall woman with long dark brown hair and she smiled, "Well, well, Indiana Jones's grandchild."

Lara walked over and looked him over and said, "Desert life seems to have agreed with you a bit, you look almost rugged. Oh and that beard you're sporting? I'd keep it."

"What?" Andrew muttered as he rubbed his face, he felt the rough whiskers and thought, 'Damn it, I do have a beard, I've been training hard that I hadn't even noticed it,' and said, "Okay."

She walked ahead of him and said, "As you may or may not know I am Lara Croft, Lady Lara Croft. Your Grandfather had my respect and my father respected him."

"Umm, alright," Andrew said softly, "And thank you ma'am."

"You're welcome, I trust you can get your own bags?" she said.

"Yes ma'am," Andrew said as he went to baggage claim to collect his things.

Lara looked him over, 'This short man is barely five foot seven and yet he is Indiana Jones's grandson?' she looked him over and shrugged, 'He almost looks the part but he's so shy, so soft spoken. Well, I'll change that.'

As Andrew ran after her holding his bags and she continued to look at him, 'The first lessons will be speaking lessons as the boy is far too soft spoken. I'll have to cure that along with his wide eyed look, it doesn't work well in the field.'

Andrew stared at the car and Lara said, "Will you stand there with your mouth agape or do are you going to do something?"

"Sorry," Andrew said as he got into the car.

'Oh yes,' Lara thought, 'That attitude is the first to go.'

As they drove to Croft manor Andrew looked at her and said, "Umm ma'am, how do you know my grandfather?"

"Ah yes," Lara said, "My father had to good fortune of meeting Dr Jones on a dig they were both looking at and they hit it off, after they had gotten drunk and riled up the natives of course."

"That sounds like grandpa," Andrew said quietly.

"First lesson Mr Jones," Lara said sharply, "Don't mutter or murmur under your breath, speak up."

"Okay Ma'am," Andrew said surprised.

"Second is this: while Ma'am is a polite way of referencing a woman," Lara said, "You may call me Lara or, if you must, Lady Croft."

"Yes Lara," Andrew said shocked.

"Good boy, you learn fast," Lara said smiling.

Andrew went quiet as they drove out to the country side and she smiled, "This is my home and your home for the next six months Mr Jones."

"Thank you for having me," Andrew said as he got out.

A man walked out and said, "Mr Jones, I am Hillary, Ms Croft's butler. You shall most likely meet Bryce, Ms Croft's associate soon enough."

Lara shot him a wry smile and said, "Bryce will be helping with your training Mr Jones, which begins at six AM tomorrow morning and do try to look around. You shall not be going on any month long excursions into the desert here, this is your whole world for all that you are concerned."

Hillary took Andrew's bags and showed him up to his room and said, "Mr Jones, do you wish to take dinner here or eat with Lady Croft?"

"I guess I'll eat with Lady Croft," Andrew said and suddenly asked, "Why do you have a girl's name?"

"Oh, that," Hillary said, "Is a rather private matter."

"Oh, sorry," Andrew said as he blushed with shame, "I didn't mean to insult you."

"Quite Mr Jones," Hillary said as he walked away.

Andrew looked out in the hallway of the mansion and looked hesitantly around. He walked out to the bathroom and began to trim his beard and moustache, he looked at it and thought, "It doesn't look to bad, I'll try it out for a while."

He walked out and Lara looked at him and said, "Much better, that beard doesn't look so shabby now."

Andrew rubbed the trimmed beard and moustache and said, "Yeah, thanks. I didn't even realize that as I, umm, usually kept myself shaved."

Lara looked him over and said, "It makes you look a bit more mature, keep it."

"Hmm, I think I will," Andrew said rubbing it again.

She looked at him and said, "You can use the phone if you want while you're training here, you are to only leave when I do. This is your world right now but I suppose one cannot deny your friends."

"Thank you Lara," Andrew said as he went to the computer and left emails for both Graham and Jonathon.

The next day Andrew got up and brushed his teeth when Lara said, "It's time."

Andrew barely had time to duck when Lara kicked at him.

Lara saw Andrew's shocked look and said, "Your enemies won't wait for you to have your breakfast," and kicked Andrew in the chest.

As Andrew rubbed his chest she smiled, "Breakfast?"

"Umm, alright," Andrew muttered as he looked at his clothes and put on some jeans and a faded shirt and walked downstairs.

Andrew looked at her and sighed, "Was it necessary to start kicking me this early?"

"Yes Mr Jones, it was," Lara said, "Your enemies won't wait for you to have breakfast so you'll have to learn how to fight whenever, Hil and I do so look forwards to teaching you."

After breakfast Andrew looked at Lara a bit warily.

Lara smiled and said, "Oh Andrew, I won't attack you on a full belly, besides I don't want to lose my carpet if you throw up."

"Yes Lara," Andrew said softly.

"Smashing," Lara said, "Our lessons will include fighting hand to hand from dawn to noon, breaks at lunch and breakfast of course, from noon to about four in the afternoon is weapons and us looking at your grandfather's journals."

The weeks passed and Andrew was forced to fight with Lara and Hillary; Lara would strike out of nowhere and Hillary was just as good of a fighter.

Andrew ducked a kick from Lara and another punch from Hillary, Lara smirked, "Andrew, you're going to have to hit back sooner or later and not just dodge."

"Yes!" Andrew said as he actually hit Lara hard.

Lara gasped, "Mr Jones! You hit a girl!"

"Oh god!" Andrew said, "I'm sorry…" when Lara hit him back.

"Don't apologise," Lara smiled, "It's training and how are you going to learn? Just don't go around hitting women."

Andrew nodded as she sighed, "Perhaps we can call it early today, I have a dreadful high society thing to go to. You, of course, are my escort."

Hillary and Andrew stared and Hillary said, "But first I think a hair cut is in order, if you will ma'am?"

'Of course," Lara said, "I did forget. Andrew, this isn't Cairo or the desert wastes you were forced to survive in, it is much worse, it is high society. After your haircut and a proper suit laid out we shall do a very difficult lesson."

"What?" Andrew asked.

"How to dance and survive in high society," Lara said with a bit of a smile on her face.

"Come," Hillary said as he pulled Andrew to the garage, "We have to make sure that you don't look like Tarzan, lord of the apes."

Andrew turned red, "I was being forced to survive in the desert and there wasn't a barber there."

Lara watched Andrew being dragged off by Hillary and sat back and thought, not for the first time, 'What the hell was he getting into or, more correctly, what will his search into his Grandfather's death and his research into Indiana's research led to?'

'Well,' Lara thought, 'We will have to step up his training, if someone did kill Indiana Jones, well they'd simply have to pay for it.'

When Andrew came back she looked him over and said, "Very nice, I like the spikes. Now follow me."

As they walked into the large ballroom she said, "Now to dance." She grabbed Andrew and took him into her arms and said, "Now move with me."

Andrew moved with her a bit clumsily at first but he was getting the hang of it, she smiled, "Good boy, but now you have to learn how to do this while I'm in a dress."

"You wear dresses?" Andrew said confused, "I've been here for a month and I've never seen you in a dress."

"I am a girl," Lara said in teasing voice, "I usually despise dresses but I do wear them when I have to."

Andrew nodded and Lara said, "Now you get into the suit that Hillary has laid out for you."

He ran upstairs to his room and dressed in the tuxedo, Hillary nodded, "You look good in that suit and do be careful in it Mr Jones."

"Yes sir," Andrew said respectfully.

He walked, down the suit felt itchy and a bit uncomfortable. Lara looked at him and said, "Well, don't you look nice in a suit."

"It itches," Andrew said while scratching at his neck.

"Of course it itches, good clothes are never supposed be comfortable," Lara said with a smirk on her face, "These fancy dresses aren't exactly comfortable either."

Andrew moved toward her and said, "Same as before, right?"

"Quite so Mr Jones," Lara said as they danced together, Andrew was still a bit clumsy but he was getting better as he moved with her.

As the evening approached Andrew sent his emails to Graham and Jonathon and Lara frowned, 'This Graham chap seemed to be rather concerned about Andrew, always asking if he was alright.'

They got into the car and Lara said, "So what will you do when you get back to the States? Rest for a bit?"

"Umm, Sallah said that I should look for a Catherine Langford," Andrew said, "Grandpa was researching her father's dig in Giza when he died."

"It does seem rather suspicious," Lara said, "He was rather healthy for a man of his age, wasn't he?"

"Yeah," Andrew said, "And he managed to take care of me for ten years too and that was when he was in his eighties, that doesn't happen often, does it?

"Well, the world is poorer for his lost," Lara said softy, "My father spoke highly of him."

Andrew nodded as they stopped in front of the place, Andrew whispered, "What are we doing here anyways?"

"Oh, it's a charity ball," Lara said, "To thank the generous donations of people like me."

As they walked in Andrew looked uneasy as he strode in arm in arm with Lara, he looked around and saw other women with handsome escorts and felt kinda plain.

Lara whispered, "Andrew, those men with their women don't love them, they're eye candy."

"And I'm not?" Andrew said while rubbing his chin.

"No, you are a guest of mine Andrew," Lara said as she pulled him to dance floor and they began to dance, she pointed out some people and even introduced Andrew to his first glass of champagne and said, "Not too fast Andrew, I don't want you to get drunk."

Andrew nodded a bit and said, "It doesn't taste bad, almost fizzy, like pop."

She smiled and said, "Andrew, I'm going to step up your training tomorrow; we're going into pistol training, my particularly favourite weapons, as well as brushing you up on your whip and anything else your grandfather may have taught you."

"Okay Lara," Andrew said as he looked around, "This place isn't really my kind of thing," he said as he grabbed something to eat.

As they walked out someone was watching Andrew, he had orders to take Jones's brat out as he was starting to get a bit too curious about things, 'Simmons was right; the boy is dangerous and he has asked too many questions that they didn't want answered.'

Lara smiled softly when she realized that they were being followed, she pulled Andrew into an alley and said, "Do what I do Andrew, alright?" He nodded as she suddenly kissed him gently, whispering into the kiss, "We're being followed Andrew, he's right behind us and he may have friends."

'First kiss,' Andrew thought, 'But something feels wrong, it doesn't feel quite right but it is a good kiss.'

"Now!" Lara said as they broke apart, she rushed over and kicked one of them in the chest while Andrew punched one of them, he ducked another punch and remembered his Grandpa's words, 'Missouri, if you're in a fight; honour is nothing, you will never be the strongest man but you can be the cleverest man.'

Andrew rolled under the man and kicked him hard in the groin, as the man collapsed Andrew grabbed the man's head and slammed his knee into the man's head and looked back.

Lara said, "Well, I don't know what you boys want but it is bad taste to follow people."

"Just give us Jones's grandchild," one of the men said angrily, "He has no business looking into this matter anymore."

"What!" Andrew screamed in rage, "My grandfather died investigating this thing, so why shouldn't I ask questions?"

He smirked and said, "Maybe that should tell you something Mr. Wells."

Andrew's eyes turned dark and he ducked another blow, he punched hard and said, "So my grandfather's dead and I'm supposed to say "oh well" and move on? He raised me for ten years; I was closer to him than I was to my parents."

Lara smiled and said, "Looks like you boys just awoke a sleeping wolverine," as Andrew leapt towards one of them and began to kick him hard, Lara winced as she heard ribs cracking but Andrew wasn't letting up, his face was a mask of rage and hate.

She said, "No more Andrew."

Andrew looked back and said, "You're right," and smashed the other man's hand and suddenly collapsed as his rage disappeared.

She looked at them and smiled, "You're lucky I was able to stop him, next time it won't be so good for you."

Lara grabbed the one who could still move and said, "I personally think that you and I need to talk some more in private and if I like what I hear, I may just call the hospital."

He looked at her and said, "No way am I going to talk to you."

"Oh, well that really is a pity," Lara said, "I mean we could be friends you know but if you keep this rather stubborn behaviour up, well then it's a pity because we'll find out more but we'll have to bring the government in on this and I'm betting you don't want that do you? Or whoever you work for?"

Andrew stared in shock as he looked at the man he had attacked; he was barely breathing and there was blood on the ground.

"Oh god!" Andrew said in panic, "I hurt that guy, I saw nothing but red and I hurt him!"

"He was trying to kill you so its self defence," Lara said, "And besides, he was being a bastard."

The remaining man thought of something quickly; it'd keep that little bastard of their hands and let the SGC handle them.

He sighed, "You win, I'll tell you everything: first of all I work for a top secret organization called the SGC and directly under a Dr Daniel Jackson.

Andrew hissed at the name, he knew that name, "Sallah said Grandpa tried to help him."

"Yeah," the man said, "Daniel Jackson wanted your grandfather's journals, too what end we don't know. Jackson tells us to do something and we do it, if you want to blame anyone for your Grandpa's death Dr Jackson is the one who ordered it."

Lara frowned and said, "Take your friend and go."

As the men ran off Andrew looked at her and said, "That name, Daniel Jackson, Grandpa tried to help him with something or at least Sallah said he did."

"Hmm, your training is going to have to be stepped up if you're being hunted already. I suppose you really are a Jones."

Andrew giggled a bit and said, "Yeah."

The next few months were tough for Andrew as Bryce brought out SIMON to train him harder, Hillary and Lara stepped up Andrew's training and had him work out, he studied his grandfather's journals and frowned

One night, a couple of weeks before he was getting ready to leave for Sunnydale, he looked at Lara who smiled softly and said, "Andrew, do you remember that kiss we shared? I have to ask; did you like it? You seemed hesitant during the kiss."

"Umm," Andrew said, "It was alright but it didn't feel right to me at least, know what I mean? You were my first kiss but it didn't feel right."

She smiled and said, "Andrew, I understand, perhaps you'll find someone," she walked off and added, "You better call your friends, they might want to know that you're coming home."

Andrew nodded as he walked towards the phone and called a long familiar number.

Graham was reading a book and heard the phone ring, he grabbed the phone and said, "Hello Andrew. How'd I know it was you? Only you call this late or early."

"Oh," Andrew said, "But how are you doing?" as he listened to Graham talk about Sunnydale and what he'd been up to Andrew smiled and said, "Umm, Graham, I'm gonna be home in two weeks.

"Wow, really?" Graham said, "You aren't kidding me, right? I'll meet you there, just call me."

Andrew nodded and put the phone down and went to sleep.

The next day Lara looked at Andrew and said, "You and I are going on a little spree, we need to get you some clothes as our training has ruined your clothes other than the fedora and leather jacket."

As they drove off Andrew said, "Umm, Lara, you took me in because my grandfather and Sallah made you, I don't think you need to give me things."

"You will pay me back one day," Lara said, "So it's not giving you things it a future investment, if you do go your grandfather's way then you're going to be my assistant every now and then."

In the mall she picked out several pairs of pants and shirts for him and said, "Your other present's waiting at home," as they walked out.

At the manor Andrew stared at the custom made pistols, they were nice and Lara said, "In case you lose your whip Andrew."

Two weeks later Andrew got up for the last time in the Croft Manor and Andrew said, "Home? Wow, it actually feels like it's been years rather than a year," he called both Graham and Jonathon letting them know that he'd back.

Andrew put on the jacket and put on the beat up old fedora, he put his new pistols in the suitcase and smiled as he rubbed his beard and moustache and got into the car to take him to airport.

He will find this Daniel Jackson person and make him talk.

TBC

Should Andrew investigate the SGC first before making snap decisions? Should Andrew keep his new look?

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