Tomb Raider: - Unfinished Business.

This is my first story so please be fairly nice. I am sorry if there are any discrepancies within this story. Also to understand this better you may wish to watch Deus Obscura and Deus Manifestum (a fan film) on YouTube as this is based after those. Happy reading (hopefully)!

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Chapter 6: Questions and Answers.

They looked each other in the eyes trying to figure out what the other one was thinking. Lara's body was still in pain but not nearly as much as before. It was clear to her that Sully know what he was doing.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Kurtis said playfully, breaking the silence, "Other than you getting your credit card back." Lara raised an eyebrow at him and went to sit back down. Nate followed suit and sat opposite her. Kurtis began to move the bags out of the way as Nate posed the question that had been on his mind since that morning.

"So ,Ms Croft…why were you pretending to be me?" He had not once taken his eyes off of her. Nether had Sully, but his eyes were firmly fixed on her "assets". Lara smiled knowing full well that that would be where Nathan Drake would start his investigation.

"It'll be easier if I start at the beginning. And please call me Lara, Mr Drake." She paused to cough holding one hand over her mouth and the other on her ribs. "A few months after Kurtis paid me a visit, I was contacted by an American journalist or foreign correspondent, I can't remember which she said she was, either way she was nice." Sully chuckled realising who Lara was referring to.

"Earlier tonight, after I had asked you about your flips and stuff," Nate rolled his eyes. "You said I didn't think she meant that part. You were talking about Elena Fisher weren't you?" Lara was taken aback as she didn't think any of them would realise who she was referring to. Kurtis had now finished moving the bags and took a seat next to Nate, handing him a beer and proceeded to open his own.

"Yeah I was." Lara said with impressed look upon her face. "Anyway I inquired her why she asked me to look for Marco Polo's lost journal. She was quite honest with me and I respect her for that. She said it was because her friend", Lara looked Nate straight in his auburn eyes, "was too busy hanging out with some Kurtis Trent guy. I should clarify Mr Drake she said that quite bitterly." A smile stretched across her battle worn but still beautiful face. "I gave her my word that I would find the book and give her the story. I've already accomplished half of that."

Sully chuckled to himself, drawing Nate's attention his way. "Stop it Sully, I know what you're thinking. Elena's never going to let me forget this." Sully responded by shaking his head.

"I wasn't thinking that. I was thinking that Lara really is a better you than you are." The all too familiar cheeky grin appeared upon Sully's face. Kurtis began to laugh punching Nate in the arm.

Nate turned back to Lara. "That doesn't answer my question though…Lara." She stared at him with disbelief for a moment before rolling her eyes and continuing.

"I thought I would kill two birds with one stone, find him", she jerked her finger towards Kurtis, "and find this". Her ribs felt significantly better than earlier. They allowed her to bend to her bag with relatively no pain. Lara dragged the beige shoulder bag onto her lap and pulled out a tattered, weather worn book. Nate stared at it for what felt like hours, his mind solely fixed on what secrets it may hold within its torn and beaten pages.

"Like normal, I wasn't the only one looking for it. I kept encountering L'oscurità Del Destino." Before she could continue her story, she was cut off by Kurtis unleashing a loud yet deep laugh. Lara did not appreciate being interrupted in such a manner.

"Was is it with you and getting into fights with powerful organisations? Seriously…you started a fight with L'oscurità Del Destino!" He laughed even more as Lara sighed loudly and rubbed her eyes.

"That's the thing. They weren't looking for the journal out of a need to learn more about history." She placed the book back into her bag and replaced that on the floor. "They were hired by someone else." She saw that they had become more enthralled by her story as she went on, "I have a friend on the force, Angelo, who helped me locate the gang after they stole the book from me. He was also the one who told me about this place and who the gang was hired by." The boys were listening intently, not taking their eyes off of Lara, although it may have been for another reason in Sully's case. "They were hired by a man named Tollorov."

As she finished her story, Lara leant back in her seat whilst Nate and Kurtis exchanged looks. Kurtis looked rather amused while Nate looked slightly confused.

"Isn't he a friend of yours Trent?" as soon as Nate had said this Lara begun to share his look of confusion although it was mixed with exasperation.

"Yeah, you met him in Copre" he answered, "If he wants that diary, or whatever, he probably has a good reason behind it. He knew my dad. You should let him take a look at it Lara."

Her lips thinned and her eyebrows rose. "Excuse me?" she asked through gritted teeth. Nate and Sully traded worried looks as they could sense the building tension. Apparently Kurtis could not sense the tension as he continued.

"He's quite flirtatious so it's probably best if I give it to him; you're quite likely to knock him out." As Kurtis said this, Nate had nudged Kurtis in his side in an attempt to get him to stop talking but to no avail.

Lara's head was now slightly tilted to the side. "Let…me get…this straight" Her voice stern and annoyed, "You want me to give Marco Polo's journal to a guy that I don't even know let alone trust." Kurtis's brow furrowed and his voice rose as he spoke.

"What about me, huh? You barely know me but that didn't stop you spending the night with me! Lara was now furious and standing feet from Kurtis.

"Do you want a drink Nate?" asked Sully nodding towards the kitchen. Nate quickly got to his feet and followed Sully to the kitchen leaving Lara and Kurtis to argue in the living room.

"For years you let me think you were dead! Don't you think I've lost enough friends in my life!? She was shaking as tears fell down her cheeks. Kurtis also got to his feet.

"So I was just a way to deal with your grief! A way to deal with a…a clone of yourself who murdered Alistair Fletcher in cold blood. I read the papers Lara! His death was on your hands!" as soon as he said this he immediately regretted it. "Lara I'm…"

She couldn't believe he had said that. The tears were now falling faster down her face, her anger still building. Kurtis went to grab her but she shrugged him off and punched him square in the jaw causing him to fall onto, and smash, his coffee table. At the sound of breaking wood Nate and Sully came rushing back into the living room. Taking one last look at Kurtis laid on the floor holding his jaw, Lara marched to the door, pulling it open. She stopped in the doorway before turning to Sully.

"Thank you for helping me Mr Sullivan." With a courteous nod she left the apartment, hearing Kurtis shout her name as she went.

As he got to his feet Kurtis's eyes were firmly locked on the front door, blood dripping from his lip. It felt like, to all present, hours had passed in silence when in fact it was only minutes.

"I know I don't know her but that was uncalled for." Kurtis lowered his head and whispered "I know." He wiped the blood off of his chin and walked solemnly to his room closing the door behind him. Nate sighed and turned to face Sully who had sat back down and was smiling. A look of bewilderment spread across Nate's face.

"Clearly that night meant more to both of them than they want to let on." Sully lit a cigar and leant back on the sofa.