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This chapter is a must read. Even though there is very little sex in it, this chapter includes several key plot points that I’ve been mulling over since as early as chapter 15 of FMC. These plot points will eventually resolve some of the hitherto inconsistent portrayals of Lara, while also setting up the progression for the rest of the story.
In future chapters, I may be revisiting scenes from earlier chapters for reference. This chapter, for instance, slightly recons, or perhaps simply elaborates, on what happened in the events of Chapter 1.
I’ve said before in the forums that I’m including supernatural elements of the TR canon into this, which includes combining elements of TR legend/underworld with the TR reboot.
I will finalize details in a forum post, and clarify/answer any questions.
I had promised that the next update will be the Mark/Lara chapter, and I’m still going to post that soon after this one. However, this chapter cannot wait, so with any luck this will be a multi chapter release.
Chapter 36: The Importance of Memory
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16 years before present day… in the Croft manor…
“I’m telling you, Everest, it exists! The symptoms are all there. The political long shots… the mass hysteria… the miracles… it takes more than the human condition and natural phenomena for these documented events to have transpired!”
“Why are you telling me this, Richard? The last time we spoke, you were very clear about no longer desiring to continue our collaboration.”
“I...it’s about Amelia, Henry. It’s about Lara. She’s going to be 13 soon, and we need to know if Amelia is… we need to know what happened to her mother.”
“This sudden burst of honesty. Am I to believe your search for the Scion has yielded fruits?”
“I...how did you know about the Scion?”
“Please, Richard. We’re not children anymore. You know I’m good with secrets.”
“Yes… you have a way of getting your hands on them.”
“You have no right to get angry at me. Not after Ameli….oh hi Lara! I didn’t see you there!”
“Hi uncle Everest. I was just going for a swim.”
“Please, Lara dear, do have some modesty and bring a towel with you next time.”
“I’m sorry, papa. I didn’t know you had a guest. Excuse me uncle Everest.”
“No, please, do carry on without us, Lara dear, your father and I are discussing some important business.”
“Alright, good day to you, uncle Everest.”
“And good day to you, you pretty thing.”
*sounds of a door closing*
“My my, little Lara is growing up. She is starting to look quite fetching in a swimsuit, no?”
“Everest…”
“A jest, a jest. Don’t be so serious Richard. Now, you were in the process of saddling me with one of your lesser developed theories?”
“Not lesser developed, I simply cannot assume this information will remain relevant for long. A sighting for the stone is no small matter, Everest.”
"The philosopher's stone. That which can transmute the mundane into gold….”
“You know just as well the description is a metaphor. Gold is simply one of the possible results of one’s holding of the stone. Power, influence, fame, domination. Substitute any other word of desire for gold and you are still talking about the same stone.”
“Why are you telling me this? You would offer this stone to me without claiming it for yourself? What is this magnanimity?”
“Do not misunderstand me, Everest. I have not forgotten what you are. I am not doing this because I wish to see the stone in your hands. In fact, it is exactly the opposite. Because now that you have read my notes and know exactly what the stone does, it is my hopes that while you may keep it out of the hands of any greater evils, you yourself will never lay hands on it. The stone will never allow itself to be found by the likes of you, of that I am certain.”
“Richard, you wound me.”
“No. I can only hope not to have underestimated you.”
13 years before present day, at Lord Richard Croft’s close casket funeral.
It was Lara’s 16th birthday.
She was furious.
As much as any of the doubters, she wanted to believe that the body in the casket was not her father’s, that somewhere out there, her papa… no… both her papa and her mama, were alive, perhaps simply stranded in the other dimensions she knew for a fact existed. They could be alive, and simply searching for a way to come back to her.
She wanted to believe.
Even if she didn’t believe it, if she had to face the statistical probability that she was now an orphan…. how dare he....
Uncle Errol Croft. the one who threw her a grandiose fifth birthday party. The legal documents had taken Lara a full three hours to speed through, then another hour of consulting with Winston to comprehend. She still hasn’t come to terms with the fact that her Uncle was so callous as to instigate a hostile takeover of her family estate before her father…
No. whether or not her father is dead, Errol Croft has no right. Lara knew that much. She is the rightful heir to the Abbingdon name. It pains her to see her possession of the fortune accompanying the title become a lure to familial avarice, but she will do what she must to see that her belligerent uncle is put in his place.
A hand wrapped around Lara’s shoulder, pulling her close.
“Lara dear, it pains me to have to see you again under such circumstances.” Everest said in a silky voice.
“Uncle Everest. It has been a long time.” Lara flatly said, politely accepting the arm without recoiling, but not making any moves to return the hug.
“I understand the last time you saw me with your father we were.... having a bit of a disagreement. But I assure you, we parted ways as friends. And I am here to tell you that you have my full support in whatever troubles you may see with little Errol Croft….”
“...How did you hear about Uncle Errol? That has not been made public yet.”
“Like I once told your father, I’m good with secrets.”
You mean you like knowing about them, Lara thought, a sudden wariness of the man.
Did he only know the secret of the Croft family feud? There were things that Lara’s father had told her shortly after her 13th birthday, chief among them to keep a healthy distance between herself and his former colleague.
Winston was walking up to Lara, and Everest relinquished his hold on her to repeat his condolences to the Croft family butler. Lara watched his suave figure as he charmingly made his sorrowful greetings, noting the sickly sweet discomfort her observations netted her.
2 years before present day, in a discreet cafe somewhere
“I cannot tell you what it does, Lara.”
“You wish for me to break into Everest’s mansion, and steal this stone, or in the way you describe it, rob him of this stone, without knowing what it does?”
“It is for your own protection that you do not know, Lara. The stone…. does not want to be found. If you knew what it does, you may desire it even if you try not to, and if you desire it, you will never find it. it is critical that you find this stone before Everest learns to harness its powers.”
“Like I’ve said before, I’m not exactly a fan of his either, but you make it sound like this stone is somehow more powerful than the excalibur, which, by the way, I’ve held before. It’s going to take a lot to impress me at this point with the things I’ve seen.”
“Lara you know better than to underestimate the evil that is Everest. I’m not asking you to break into some oil magnate’s mansion for his third wife’s jewels. What I’m asking of you is to put a stop to any harm that might befall our society if Everest were to fully unlock the stone’s powers...”
“...which are?”
“I’ve already said too much. If I say anymore I might as well start looking for someone else to do this job.”
“That’s rather cryptic of you, Can you at least tell me how this stone might hinder my efforts to find it?”
“... if it were anyone else, they’d call me crazy, but considering the things you’ve seen with Natla...with...your mother....sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“I’ve made my peace with my past. please cut to the chase.”
“The philosopher’s stone, and its fragments, are sentient. They instinctively do not want to be found, and will project a defensive aura that affects the minds of those searching for them. The more you know about them, the more you want to find them, the more they will know of your efforts and try to hide from you, and divert your attention away. I’m only able to retain knowledge because I maintain my distance and want nothing to do with the stone or its fragments. ”
“If that is true, how did Everest get his greedy hands on them?”
“Not them, just the core stone, if my information is accurate. I cannot fathom how he managed to do that, except that he did, and now there is a genuine threat to this nation and perhaps even the world.”
“You must be joking.”
“You know who I work for. we never joke.”
“So I’m supposed to find a stone that doesn’t want to be found? How does that work?”
“You must trick yourself into thinking you are not searching for the stone at all. Especially if it has identified Everest as its master, it will do everything in its power to defend both itself and its master.”
“I get it. Forget the stone. I do not want to know any more details regarding this object. We’ll use Everest as a focal point and treat everything I am about to do as a systematic deconstruction of his operation.”
“That’s the spirit! Now, here are the details that you shoudl know…”
2 year before present day, about two months after the cafe meeting
The news that her contact in MI6 had suffered a freak car accident shortly after his meeting with her bothered Lara enough that she had delayed any action against Everest until she knew more about his operation. As the contact had reached out to her independently of his agency, Lara had to discreetly tap into other non-government sources to piece together the puzzle that was Everest Incorporated.
What she found in recent weeks was enough cause to level the bastard’s mansion down to the ground, if it were up to her.
Beyond the already suspected affairs in black market dalliances and mafia affiliations, add political espionage, bribery, treason, assassination, human trafficking.
Was there anything illegal and morally destitute that Everest didn’t have a hand in? Lara couldn’t even believe her father had tolerated the latter’s presence in their own home.
But something else was bothering Lara. She knew her contact had told her to find the stone in Everest’s mansion… without actually looking for it. She had to trick her own mind into believing she was searching for something that was a mundane rock of some monetary worth, that happened to have the exact dimensions of the stone itself.
Lara figured she’d try some self hypnosis to that end. That’s not what bothered her.
What bothered her the most was… she could no longer remember the name of her contact.
One and a half years ago, five minutes before entering Everest’s mansion, twenty minutes before meeting Gordo for the first time.
“You are looking for a valuable palm sized gem. This gem contains coordinates to several locations throughout the world that Everest needs to visit to complete the gem to unlock its powers.” Lara said to her dark rippling reflection in the surface of the lake five hundred meters away from Everest’s mansion.
She regretted having come across so much information regarding the philosopher’s stone. She couldn’t remember where she had procured the information, except that it was recently, and that she knew she needed to destroy everything that the owner of this mansions stood for, and prevent what would happen if he should find and complete the stone in its entirety.
Lara couldn’t explain some of the things that had been happening around her as of late. Her personal notebook contains several torn out pages that she couldn’t remember having torn out, or having written anything in. There were gaps in her laptop computer’s daily logs that she was sure she had entered information in. Winston was of no help, as Lara didn’t always fill him in on what she was doing.
She only managed to remember the details of the philosopher’s stone because she had memorized it from.... where ever she learned it, and had diligently recited that information to herself multiple times, every day.
Yet, she could already feel that the information she was reciting was incomplete, at best, if not corrupted somehow.
The only thing Lara was certain of, was that there were no saints in the looming behemoth of a complex she was gazing upon. Everyone in that building had innocent blood on their hands.
This wasn’t about stealing some priceless artifact from a oil magnate’s collection. It was about shutting down the aspirations of a truly evil man.
Lara took a breath, drew her twin pistols, and strode right up to the well hidden side entrance of Everest’s fortress.
As she approached the gates, Lara repeated her mantra under her breath.
“You are looking for a valuable trinket belonging to Everest. This item contains information that Everest needs to become more powerful.”
Seconds later, in the midst of gunfire, Lara would once again repeat the mantra, all the while wondering why she was talking to herself.
One and a half years ago, 25-35 minutes after Lara’s meeting Gordo for the first time
“Now here’s my deal. I haven’t gotten any good lay in a while, and the bitches down town are all pay-per-view, and don’t measure up, so you will do whatever I tell you to do, or I’ll let the three dozen fuckers in this place have their go at you.” Gordo said, looking at a captured Lara.
Obey the fat man
From the depths of the mansion came a voice, unheard by anyone except the deep recesses of Lara’s own subconsciousness. She didn’t even register the voice as anything but a slight subconscious inclination.
Lara was too disgusted to acknowledge the compulsion. She couldn’t even believe that this fat fuck could come up with such a ludicrously crude proposal. She had far more important business
“I’d rather have them than your fatass,” Lara mocked Gordo’s request to have sex with him in return for safe passage out of the mansion.
“Quite a mouth you have, woman, we’ll find better uses for it, now I want you to strip, slowly”
Obey the fat man
Lara glanced at the interrogation mirror, her mind racing to find a way to break it…. create space or a distraction. Why did she even come here? Everest was definitely evil, but shouldn’t taking him down be the government’s job? Why was she here?
Obey the fat man
“It’s three am in the morning, and after your escapade in the gallery I had them lock the entire place down, now every metal security door within three hallways of this place is bolted shut, and there are heavily armed guards patrolling the adjacent hallways. My shift has another three hours, so we’re alone until then. So strip, and be sexy about it.” Gordo stepped back, sitting down in a chair with his back sagging against the wall, allowing himself a full view of his captive while keeping his gun trained on her.
OBEY THE FAT MAN
Lara stopped trying to remember why she had even come here, and instead chose to focus on her only option to get out of this predicament.
She started to undress.
Present day, in another room of Xavier’s complex
In between the haze of her twenty somethingth orgasm, A vivid image had entered Lara’s mind
Something that seemed like someone else's memory, but provided a visual that Lara found highly discomfitting.
The brief flash left Lara with the impressions of two figures. One her, the other her archaeological dig partner Evan Hanson.
They were in a stone room, darkly lit by torches.
They were alone, unaccompanied by any of the dig team.
The room smelled of sex.
As quickly as the image flashed through her mind, it was purged due to its utter preposterousness.
The three days of digging at the excavation site had been completely uneventful. Nothing of value was gained, and Lara had for the most part been too tired from fucking Xavier Salvatorelli the night before to provide much meaningful assistance.
She remembered Evan Hanson being nonetheless very appreciative of her efforts at the end of the day, before she was carted off to yet another dinner date with the Peruvian warlord.
Lara closed her eyes. She was certain she had met her orgasm quota as well as Vasily’s quota for keeping Mark Tremaine from being killed.
All that remained was to wait out the time while fucking nonstop. Maybe squeeze off a few extra orgasms to piss Xavier off. Lara hoped he was still watching at this point.
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