Tomb Raider/Uncharted Crossover

POV: Third Person

Main characters: Nate Drake, Lara Croft, Terry Sheridan, Chloe Frazer

Summary: This all takes place after Tomb Raider: Underworld and Uncharted 2: Among Thieves. Lara and Nate meet after they've been kidnapped by an unknown pursuer who wants them to do all the dirty work and find the Spear of Destiny. But it takes them on a long, arduous journey that could either destroy them, or make them stronger than ever.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tomb Raider, Uncharted, or any of the characters associated with these two stories. Although, I do like borrowing them and twisting them to my will. : )

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"Hurry up and Wait"

Lara Croft stood naked in her 12 jet shower, letting the hot water caress her tired skin. Small drops of blood washed down the drain from her previous battle against the insane Natla. She closed her eyes, leaning against the shower wall as her right hands brushed against her supple breasts and down between her thighs to-

WAHHH WAHHH WAHHH WAHHH

"Oh, bloody hell." She growled as the alarms rang all over the house. "Never a dull moment…" She muttered, quickly pulling on a short, black silk robe as she moved silently across the room to her walk in closet. The wrap around headset blinked to life as she adjusted the mic and grabbed her 12 gauge shot gun. "Hilary, can you hear me?"

It crackled a moment, she peeked around the door frame and rolled across then entrance to her closed bedroom door. "Yes Lara…who did you piss off this time?"

"Don't know," she sighed, toeing the door open and glancing around the corner. Two men were coming up the left stair case, each with what seemed to be tranquilizer guns. Lara furrowed her brow, but before moving in on them, she pulled out a small piece of blue gum and pressed it firmly to her back molars. "Ah…here goes nothing." She sighed, quietly darting in between shadows and hurrying up to the two men on her stairs. They only noticed her when the 12 gauge went off and blew them both away.

"Hey! There she is!" A small army appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Lara turned on heel and attempted to dart up to the top floor.

"Not zo fast, Lady Croft." She stopped short when two more men blocked her way up the stairs. Turning around, three people stood in the middle of the small army. Hilary, Zipp, and someone she never thought she would see again. Terry Sheridan was standing behind them with an M4 in his right hand and a Desert 5 on his hip. "I vill kill your friendz here if you do not cooperate vis me." Terry was standing next to the man that was speaking. He had a bald head, nasty red scars down the right side of his face and he had a thick Russian accent. He seemed vaguely familiar but she couldn't place him. "Mizz Croft, don't vaste my time."

With a disgruntled sigh, she dropped the shot gun to the floor and strode quietly down the stairs. "What is it I can do for you? As you can tell by my state of dress, you came at a rather inopportune moment."

The Russian let out a rough laugh and crossed his arms. "Ve are in a bit of a time crunch, zo I zuggest ve move along." He snapped his fingers and before Lara could process anything more, the butt of a Dragon Sniper hit the back of her head and knocked her unconscious.

Nathaniel Drake paced his kitchen angrily. "Elena…I don't understand." The blond leant against the counter facing him and let out a sigh. "How could you do this to me?"

She shrugged. "You don't excite me anymore, Nate. I told you I love you, not that I'm in love with you." Elena hugged his broad shoulders, grabbed the few bags she left at his door, and headed out. "Take care of yourself Nate…I'll call in a few weeks to check up on you."

Nate couldn't help but stare at the door after she left. Eventually he sat down on the couch to brood while a Philadelphia Fliers game played in the back ground. After a while his almond shaped eyes closed and he fell asleep…only to be rudely awoken to the sounds of splintering wood from his front door. Nate was still half asleep when a dart was shot into the side of his neck and a blindfold was wrapped around his eyes.

Lara was the first to wake up. Something held her eyes closed; her wrists were pinned behind her back since she was handcuffed to the aluminum seat of the aircraft. It was cold, somewhat wet, and her ass was numb. "Hello? I'm awake, is someone there?" Well, at least her mouth wasn't sewn shut. Heavy footsteps came closer, just before a calloused hand gently peeled the blindfold off her face. Lara clenched her eyes shut just for a moment, getting used to the fluorescent lights in the carrier jet.

"Want some Aspirin?" That thick, Scottish accent made Lara open her eyes.

"Terry…" She glared. "What the hell are you doing with here?"

"It's not what it looks like, love. I'm on your side here; just playing around Lazarovic to keep you safe." He raised his right hand, and put the M4 on the seat beside Lara. "I swear it." She watched his face closely, and sighed with relief. She could always tell when he was lying by watching his face. If his eyes twitched left or his lips made any silent movement, he was lying. But everything on his face was stoic as steel. "We've got some of your clothes over there…I'll uncuff you and you can change. But quickly, yeah? We're landing soon." He unlocked the cuffs and returned to stand at the entrance to the cock pit.

Lara noticed two more bodies slumped on the opposite side of the bench, but ignored them for the moment and scurried to the back of the plane where a back pack sat. She pulled out boots, woolen tights and Levis', a long sleeved black shirt and an orange, down jacket with a thick fur hood. She dressed quickly, slinging the empty back pack on and claiming her seat again. She watched quietly as one body moved around and sat up. A black hood was pulled over the figure's face, but the British accent was unmistakable. "Hello? Can someone get this bloody thing off my face?"

Lara jumped up from her seat and crouched in front of the woman, brushing the hood back. "Chloe?" She peeled the blindfold off and tossed it to the floor.

"Lara…what are you doing here?" She grabbed the key to the hand cuffs and let Chloe up just as Terry came back in.

"Yes Lara, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you to behave?" Terry smirked and took Lara's seat, watching as the dark haired Chloe groaned and stood up to rub the numb out of her ass.

"Relax Terry, I won't tell Lazarovic if you don't."

Terry nodded with a grin. "Deal."

Chloe's eyes widened and the other slumped over figure twitched. "Lazarovic? Is that who kidnapped us?" Terry nodded. "What the bloody hell does he want now?"

The figure twitched again and sat up, the hood falling from his face. "He shouldn't want anything, I watched him die."

Chloe took Nate's blindfold off and uncuffed him. "That's what I thought too."

"Well," Terry grunted and pulled a piece of veal jerky from a pocket on his coat. "You thought wrong, friend. That forest where you beat the shit out of him in Shambhala is also where he healed. The crazy little fuckers with cross bows decided to let him live, just so they could torture him some more." He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully. "Unfortunately for them he got to some of that voodoo water, contacted some old Soviet commanders with a radio left in the jungle, and a helicopter lifted him out."

The four sat in silence for a moment, Lara and Drake introducing themselves with a shake of the hand. "So, what does Lazarovic want with us?"

Terry sighed. "He's looking for the Spear of Destiny. Lazarovic figures if he can't get any more of that crazy resin to eat then he'll use the world's most ancient, and sought after tool of power. That is where you fine folks come in."

"Oh, I see," Chloe nodded with an eye roll. "Lazarovic has the brawn enough but not the brain enough, so he needs us to find it for him." She snorted and glanced at the cock pit as the plane began to descend. "What a fucking sore loser."

Terry nodded and glanced out a small window. "I agree, but unless you all want to die then I suggest you hand cuff yourselves and behave until I tell you otherwise."

Chloe glared at Terry. "Why should we listen to you? I don't know you."

Lara cuffed her hands behind her back and sat down. "It's alright Chloe; I do know him, and I trust him with my life."

With a stressed sigh, Chloe and Nate put their cuffs on and waited as the wheels touched down and the plane halted. "Appreciate that, Lara. Now please kids, don't embarrass me. I'm trying to help you out." He gave Lara a curt nod and stood behind the hostages while the cargo door slid open. Standing in the middle of a small army was Zoren Lazarovic.

Terry jabbed Lara in the shoulder with the muzzle of his M4. "Get moving." With perturbed expressions, the three captives headed down the ramp and into the white haze of snow drizzle. Lara vaguely recognized the far off peaks and mountains of Tibet, but said nothing. She was glad someone had sense enough to pack a winter jacket and snow boots for her.

"Lead zem to Hangar F; I vill be joining zoon. Zheridan, brief zem…" Lazarovic glared at each of them, the scar across the right side of his face wrinkled in distaste. "Und be zurough." Lazarovic turned swiftly towards another hangar, four of his posse in tow as the other three, plus Sheridan, lead Lara, Chloe and Nate to Hangar F.

Once inside the hangar their cuff remained on but the guards tended to back off. They leant against the walls of the large hangar smoking cigarettes and speaking in Russian. The main four gathered around a descent sized table covered in maps, old scriptures and oddly enough, blue prints that for some reason were familiar to Nate and Chloe.

"Well," Terry gave them a grim smile and shouldered his M4, leaning over the table. "You kids remember what I told you he's looking for."

"Yes, the Spear of Destiny." Lara interjected, staring at a map that kept probing her memory.

"Right. This is all the information gathered from 1945-"

"Directly after Hitler died." Nate mumbled, staring intently at the blue prints in front of him.

Terry huffed. "Will you people let me finish?" Nate gave a sheepish smirk and shrugged. "As I was sayin', it's all been gathered after 1945; the last year of the known place the Spear of Destiny was. This," He pulled out an old map from World War 2 and pointed to a red "X". "Berlin, April 29th, 1945. This is where Adolf Hitler wrote his last will and testimate. Berlin is also the last known resting place of the Spear of Destiny. Lazarovic has been all over Berlin and has been unable to find the Spear, unsurprisingly."

Chloe snorted. "Does he know that Hitler wrote his will in a bunker, 50 feet underground?"

Terry sighed. "Yes, and we have broken into the closed out bunker. The Spear is not there. No one has been able to get concrete evidence on its whereabouts after Hitler's death."

"If no one can find it then why call us in? What makes him think we can do any better than the rest of the world?" Nate could only scoff out the words as he leant against the table.

Terry smirked and glanced at Lara. "Care to take a wild guess, Lara?"

She let out a sigh, and then studied the table. There was a long moment of silence before she snapped up straight, eyebrows high. "Well, based upon the evidence here, we have all been to one of the places that hold a clue as to the whereabouts of the Spear. Chloe, the museum that you and Nate broke into probably holds an urn or vas that is a clue. Then there is the map of South Africa where I found Pandora's Box…the Cradle of Life. What's there that can help I had no idea… That's my educated guess."

She gave the small group a shrug as Nate smirked at her. "Impressive, Lara. Too bad we've never worked together." Lara smiled back and blew a strand of hair from her eyes.

The sliding doors were thrown open as a group of four angry Russians pounded in. "Zheridan, have zey been briefed?"

Terry brought his M4 around to the front and took a step away from the table. "Yes sir, mostly."

Lazarovic nodded and stood in front of him. "Zo, you all know vhy you are here. Ze fust ztop vill be very familiar to you and Chloe, Mizta Drake."

Nate nodded; unsurprised that Lazarovic would point him out first. "The museum in Istanbul…You realize they have significantly upgraded security since I broke in and Flynn left me there to rot. I doubt you can be as stealthy."

The smug grin on Lazarovic's face disappeared as he took three menacing steps towards Nate. "You got in ze vay of my destiny once, I vill not let you zpeak to me zat vay!" His fist balled up, Lazarovic punched Nate swiftly in the stomach, knocking him to his knees. Lazarovic kneeled before him, pinching his chin and looking him in the eye. "Do you understand me?"

Nate coughed and glanced up at him. "Yeah, yeah I got it…oh god I lost it." Lazarovic growled in frustration and kicked him in the shoulder, sending Nate flying across the cement floor on his back.

"Take zem to ze prizen cellz. Ve vill leave in zix houez." The soldiers stared at him for a moment, cigarettes dangled between their stunned lips at how angry Lazarovic became just from a few comments. "HURRY UP!" He stormed from the Hangar as three guards and Terry escorted the prisoners to their cells.

"Always the same with this guy, huh? Hurry up and wait…" Nate sighed and winced, his shoulder slightly throbbing. But he'd had much worse.

Kay folks, first chapter. Please review, the few of you that do read this. I'd like to make this story fairly long since I have some great ideas for it. Anyway, review it please!

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