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gone but not missing | lara croft

Summary: your flatmate Lara leaves with no sign of where she went, only to return injured and apologetic. (Set during/after the events in Himiko in the film). 

Warning/s: none

Author's note: I just rewatched Tomb Raider and despite it being lowkey shitty, I still have a fat arse crush on Alicia Vikander (especially as Lara - I mean, look at that smile!!), so this was born!. Enjoy :)

I had got back from my business trip a few days earlier than expected and honestly couldn't wait to get back to my flat and fall flat on my bed. The only thing on my mind aside from sleep was getting into contact with Lara, my flatmate and best friend.

I'd tried ringing Lara several times, but no answer, leaving me to dropping her several additional texts and a voice message. It was strange that she wasn't responding, but I pegged it down to her stupidity of either forgetting to charge her phone or just plain overworking herself as usual.

When I made it home, I expected to see Lara that same afternoon, ready to ask her why she had been ignoring my texts and calls. Only, she wasn't there, which was strange because it was a Saturday and she didn't work then. I figured she was out causing mayhem due to boredom and decided to just wait until she got back. Except, she didn't.

I grew worried in the evening when she didn't come home and I hadn't heard anything from her. Admittedly, my first instinct was to call the police, but I knew they wouldn't treat it as a missing person case until 24 hours had passed, and I didn't even know how long she'd been gone.

I instead resorted to leaving her some more angry voicemails before heading to bed, hoping she would sneak in in the middle of the night and wake me up. I did have a little look in her room, hoping to find a clue to where she want, but it was messy as usual and I couldn't tell if anything was out of the ordinary.

The next morning, I decided to go downstairs in our building and ask the security guard if he'd heard from her.

"Brunette? Leather jacket?" he asked, as if remembering something.

I nodded, pulling out my phone and showing him my wallpaper – a photo of Lara and I celebrating on her birthday last year. "Yeah. You seen her?"

He nodded, crossing his arms. "She told me she wasn't going to be in for the week. To keep an eye out on her flat because her flatmate, you I'm presuming, were out on business. She left a few days ago."

I did feel a lot better hearing that she hadn't just randomly disappeared, but I also grew immensely curious as to where Lara was. She hadn't shared or hinted at anything remotely similar to a holiday, and I knew her job as a courier didn't require travelling overnight. Why didn't she share whatever this was with me?

"Did she say where she was going? Or why?" I asked, though I knew he looked as clueless as I felt.

He merely shrugged. "Said nowt and I didn't care to ask. Why don't you just ring her?"