#saveoursam

Before she can say anything, a familiar voice filters through and part of her wants to be irritated. She can’t.

“Hi sweetie,” Sam speaks, there’s a series of sounds Lara can’t make out, “What are you wearing? Doing anything tonight?”

Lara almost wants to ask what she’s even doing, maybe distract herself with the flirtatious banter, but mostly she’s wondering-

“What in the world are you doing?” There’s silence on the other side that gives her, her answer, “No, Sam! You’re supposed to be a city away!” She sounds as equally irritated as she does frustrated.

“And let you leave me behind again?” That hits Lara harder than expected, “please stop giving the bullshit excuse of ‘for your own good’. I’m here whether you like you it or fucking not.”

Lara lets out a growl of frustration before a burst of fire causes her to duck down slightly. She shoots up almost immediately after it’s over and takes a couple of shots, she hits her mark. The shoulder of one man, everyone drops to the ground again.

“Can we flirt and argue later?” She urges.

“Flirt later? No. Argue? Yes,” The sound of cars honking finally reach Lara’s ears, “So...you remember that street racer I dated in college?”

Lara squints at nothing.

“She was horrid, so no.” At least Sam laughs.

“Well, who do you think taught her how to crash so well?”

“What-”

“Impact in six seconds, embrace yourself!”

Lara doesn’t even have enough time to form a full sentence let alone decrypt the message. Not before the wall behind the shooters is hit. With a truck. A very large truck. They scream Lara shouts in surprise as debris flies but she doesn’t waste time.

She stands, finds Sam shaking her head from the impact, and vaults herself over the sarcophagus. The men are trying their best to make it to their feet or guns but Lara’s faster. The last of her ammo is emptied. One to the chest of the bigger of the five, one to the man she shot earlier, one to another that just barely manages to train his gun on her.

The sound of a large THUNK causes her to bolt around, gun in hand. She turns around just in time to see a man fall to the ground and what she assumes is a heavy and full toolbox, ignoring the last two men her attention is on Sam who is half out of the drivers' side window. She just shrugs.

“Really?” She asks.

“What?” Sam speaks innocently, “I didn’t have anything else- Lara!”

Lara’s last bullet lands in between a man’s ribs as she turns sharply to where Sam’s pointing. Letting out a breath of air, unwilling to let herself think about the killing she’s done today, she moves to Sam’s side of the truck viewing the destruction it’s caused. The unconscious man isn’t forgotten, but perhaps he can serve as a messenger to not follow.

Sam’s grips waivers and she starts to fall out of the window, Lara’s quick enough to glide forward and catch her. This close she can see the bruise and blood on Sam’s forehead it makes her frown, but the woman in her arms seems to be fine enough to wrap her arms around Lara’s neck and smile.

“Isn’t this a familiar position?” A brow raises, and Lara rolls her eyes.

“Are you okay? You’ve been hurt, and please stop flirting it’s not appropriate,” Sam snorts, “What?”

“It’s never going to be appropriate. I’m okay, by the way,” She confirms, “You didn’t answer my question, by the way.”

“Which one?”

“What are you doing tonight?” Lara sighs, “Come on, I’m kind of serious now.”

“Fine...taking care of my best friend.” She gives a pointed look.

“What about your girlfriend?” Sam raises a brow.

“She’s in my arms and I’m going to drop her.”

SCREEEEEEE

Glass shattered, wood broke, metal bend, and the goons dropped their weapons and fell to the ground clutching their ears.

Seizing the moment, Sam rushed for the leader, vaulting over them and slamming their head into the ground.

From the vault she moved into a high kick against one goon, which in turn lead to a throat punch against a second, before finally crotch kick back at goon number 1.

Sensing that the rest of the goons were starting to regain their footing, Sam grabbed her camera off the leader and bolted through a window.

They all rushed after her, but unlike Sam they didn't have a bike sitting ready for them, and as they scrambled for their cars on the opposite site of the building. Sam sped off into the night.

 "Hey baby, how was your night?" Sam said after she'd parked her bike in the garage beneath Croft manor.

"Nothing major, had a tussle with some home invaders in uptown, just a couple of angry slum kids, so I went easy on them, and pretended not to notice they'd stuffed 2 Ipads in their bags before running of. Oh and some of Atlas's boys were acting up around his old stomping grounds so there's a chance he's back in town, though for the time being I just chalked it up to them getting angry drunk with it being Friday and all. How about you?" Lara's voice came from further inside the complex.

As she walked, Sam first threw off her jacket, then slipped out of her pants with practiced ease. Leather pants were as stylish as they were protective, but once you had worn them for 8 hours straight and spent about half of that time on a heavily tuned motorcycle, they turned absolutely rancid to wear.

"I need to go over the footage in closer detail, but I might have found us a lead on Trinity." Sam said upon entering the armory/infirmary (space was limited).

Lara was sitting pantsless on the table in the middle of the room and going over something on her tablet. "I see this is a no pant's zone, and I'm absolutely okay with it." Sam added after giving her girlfriend an approving look.

"Huh?" Lara looked down at Sam, then herself, and the penny dropped. "Oh. Yeah one of Atlas goons nicked me with his knife, it's probably nothing but I figured I'd better check it over just to be sure. Then I couldn't remember who the architects that build the Hagia Sophia were, and well... I never got further than this."

Sam chuckled at her poor nerdy girlfriend, sat down between her legs and opened the medkit. "Let me do that for you so you can finish reading, you can thank me later."

Lara looked up from her tablet to press a quick kiss against Sam's lips, then hissed as she rubbed alcohol on the wound. "Do you have anything in particular in mind for that thank, or will a note suffice?" Lara said with a remarkably sultry tone considering she was in the middle of getting her wound dressed.

Sam chalked it up to a combination of how many times they'd had to stich each other up from worse, and the post-fight adrenaline still running through both their bodies. "Well, since we already got rid of our pants." As she spoke she aggressively wiggled her eyebrows at Lara who couldn't help but burst out laughing.