The Adventures Of Submarine Boy And Drowned Rat Girl


by Aphy

The Adventures of Submarine Boy and Drowned Rat Girl
by Aphy

Description: Nick resurfaces into Lara's life and they get into some . . . well . . .wet situations.
Rating: R - for indelicate language and sexually oriented scenes Warning - This short story is pretty long!

Authors note: Okay, here's the deal with Nick and Lara: Although I wasn't planning on writing a sequel to The Elevator, I got so many requests that I decided to go for it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not writing a novel! These are just a series of vignettes about two unlikely, but fun, characters.
This story has been inspired by many different media influences. Consider these inspirations ‘in- jokes' - you can spot them through out the story (And it's not that I don't have my own ideas - I just like paying tribute to some of the greater things in life, like the X-Files).
I do not condone, have or support unsafe and irresponsible sex or canoeing, for that matter! (in fact I hate the song BWBB with a certain passion and I honestly don't really consider myself a BSB fan. BTW- If You Want It To Be Good Girl, Get Yourself A Bad Boy is a total fallacy, and believe me, I know).
Nick and Lara are just for fun - like play-doh and olive oil and telephone cords. What they do and say does not reflects myself and my personal convictions in any way.

ANYWAY! On with the story:



Lara Creft sipped her Cherry Coke and gave her friend a curious glance. The two pals were chatting at Lara's place on the cloudy Saturday morning. Lara tucked a piece of dark brown hair that fallen loose behind her ear and continued to allow herself to be cross examined.

Emma, Lara's buddy, leaned forward and raised her eyebrows.

"Oh stop that, you goof!" Lara chided. "Your face is likely to be stuck like that!"

Emma gave her a coy smile. "How can be so physical with him when you barely know the guy! I can't believe you're just telling me this now! Talk about A-bomb!"

Lara shrugged. "Well it is my life! But I did want you to know about my little submarine boy. . ."

"Come again?" Emma was in a state of shock. She knew her best friend was daring, but she'd never expected this. Lara was just so sweet, yet so crazy, yet so open and smart. She was nothing in-between - just Lara.

Lara gave her friend a sly grin. "Well, you know, once is never enough!"

Emma's eyes popped out like a bull frog's. "You didn't!"

"No! Well, not technically," She explained, "I'm not that irresponsible! He's my submarine boy. We're friends in this weird, wacked out kinda way. We get along so well! I feel like I've known him forever. He wanted us to, you know, get together, but it just couldn't work out right now. Nick has his own life to run and he certainly doesn't need me to get in his way or hold him back. I have my own life too. I want to date other guys while he's out on tour. I don't want to waste my late teens early twenties waiting for my boyfriend! We have our adventures together and I think being together is a nice release for both of us. Nick doesn't need to worry about calling me. Every once and a while, he just-" Lara made an opening motion with her hands, "Resurfaces. And we have some fun."
Emma gave her friend a look of utter disbelief. "Fun?!?" She sat back against the couch. The disbelieving look was still pasted on her face. "And I always thought they were gay!" She sighed.
Lara laughed out loud. "I've kissed a few gay men, and believe me, they don't kiss like this!"

***

Nick paid the driver and stepped out of the blindingly yellow taxi cab. He had this goofy grin on his face. If he hadn't just recently joined the ‘I'm-so-hot-I-can-dress-like-crap-and-still-look- good Club', you might have said he looked clownish.
Nick glanced around him, quickly checking to make sure he had the right house. It was a large, two story, brick house, surrounded by pine trees and quaint little gardens. The number on the mailbox read 1013. This was the right place.

As Nick walked up the short, paved driveway, he felt a sense of uncomfortableness slide over him. He couldn't get past her unwillingness to make themselves an official item and hated the way she still dated other guys. But she had it explained to him, and although everything she had reasoned and rationalized out to him had made more than perfect sense - he still didn't like it.

"Nick!" Lara screamed, running out the door. Her bare feet pounded along the pavement until she threw herself into his arms.
"Hey!" Nick said happily, wrapping his arms around her.

Lara pulled away from him and gave him a look over. "Oh God Nick! You look like you've just seen Frank Black in his underwear!"

"Oh thanks!" Nick said sarcastically. "Actually I haven't been doing so well this trip. Terrible flight, terrible taxi cab drivers, terrible missing luggage and ter-ee-bell tay-bell man-ears!"

Lara popped him a kiss on the nose. "Poor sweetie! Let's go inside and eat triple chocolate, chocolate chunk, fudge swirl, decadent ice cream! If that don't cheer you up - Nothing will!"

Grabbing his hand, Lara led him inside.

***

After being sufficiently cheered up with some triple chocolate, chocolate chunk, fudge swirl, decadent ice cream, Lara and Nick began chatting.

"So, where are your parents?" Nick inquired, still chomping on a mouthful of cold fudge.

"They're not home right now," Lara shrugged. He didn't really need to know anything more than that.

"Oh- Okay," Nick decided to bring up the subject he'd been tip toeing around. "Lara-what are we?"

Lara paused her spooning. "We're friends Nick - Close friends - that's all . . . for now . . ."

Nick winced. "Lara, generally speaking, close friends don't have the same kinda fun we do. I still feel kinda guilty about it . . . I mean-"

"But that's what I love about you!" Lara interrupted. "Most guys just want sex, sex, sex! I could call out at my high school ‘Hey, anybody want to have sex? I'll take you right now!' and I'd have guys lined up - it's guys that are easy not girls."

"So, I'm easy. Is that what you're saying?" Nick asked in an insulted voice.

"No!"Lara sighed, "It wasn't like I tried to seduce you! Besides, technically we haven't even had sex! Just fun. Friends have fun together! We just have a different way of spending our time together. Some friends play basketball, or racquetball - we fool around. You're different than most guys and I love you for it! If things were different, I would want to be your girlfriend!"

"If things were different!" Nick muttered and getting up, stalked away.

Lara sighed and groaned at the same time. She let her head fall forward against the kitchen table and banged it several times.

"Lara!" Nick cried, glancing back at her. "Lara stop!"

Seeing his cries were going unnoticed, as Lara continued her head banging, Nick ran over to her.
He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back in her chair. Nick brushed her dark brown hair out of her face.

"Girl! What are you doing?" He asked, tenderly touching her face.

Lara flopped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his chest. "I was banging my head against the kitchen table really, really hard. What are you - an idiot?"

Nick laughed and ran his fingers through her hair. "I noticed - but why?"

Lara pulled away and grinned at him. "Because I knew you'd come back!"

Nick sighed softly and stood, but she wrapped her arms tightly around his waste, preventing any further escape. Lara rubbed her face against his stomach and began tugging at his shirt with her teeth.

Nick stared down at her. This was it - he could decide if things were going to go on like this between them, if they were just normal friends or if they were nothing at all.

In one quick motion, Nick pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply and passionately. He ran his hands over her breasts, following every curves down to her waste. As Nick pushed her back against the kitchen table, Lara crawled on top of it, never letting their lips part. She wrapped her arms around his neck, just then, Nick pulled away.

"Lara," he spoke softly, looking into her eyes. "I can't do this anymore. Vegas was fun, Portland was fun, but I don't know what came over me . . . it wasn't me."

Lara began to push him away. She started to get off the table but he stopped her.

"Wait," Nick told her, grabbing her hands. "I do care about you. You're a great person and a great friend. But I'm not like you - I can't just be a bedroom buddy . . . I'm sorry . . . I didn't mean to take advantage of you."

She tilted her head slightly, contemplating his words. "No - I'm the one that should be sorry. I didn't realize you were so sensitive . . . or took things so seriously. We can still be friends. Let's go canoeing!"

***

"I didn't think you were serious!" Nick commented, as he paddled through the water.

Lara laughed from behind him. "It's a nice day for canoeing - unless it starts to rain - that would be bad."

As if on command, the clouds opened and the rain came.

"Lara!" Nick cried.

"What!?! This isn't my fault!" She insisted. "Besides, it's not raining that hard! It's only bad if it starts to thunder and lightning."

Just then, thunder could be heard in the distance.

"Lara!" Nick cried.

"Coincidence! Look let's just paddle to shore, it's not that for off," She told him, pointing toward land. It was less than half a kilometer away. "We should be fine as long as the wind doesn't pick up!"

As they began to pivot the canoe around, the wind blasted in their faces.

"Shut up Lara! Just shut up!"

"Grrr! Just paddle!" Lara's voice was swept into the wind.

The storm had been building for some time, to the unawares of Lara and Nick. Now, it had decided to inflict its rainy wrath on the small lake they had chosen to canoe on.

No matter how hard Lara and Nick paddled, they were still blown off course. The water had taken control of the canoe, and seemed to have a mind of its own as it tossed the little boat around like a kid with a koosh ball. Eventually, the canoe capsized and they were thrown into the water; wearing their orange life jackets, of course.

"Nick!" Lara screeched. "Where are you? Nick help!"

The water churned around her, splashing her face and eyes. The wind whipped her hair against the wet skin of her face. The canoe was long gone; off, away and out of sight. So, it appeared, was Nick.

"Nick! Where the hell are - ?" Her last words were cut off by a mouthful of water. Lara began to circle the area, searching frantically for him. The first aid kit around her waste felt huge and heavy. Her shoes felt like weights. She continued to look, becoming more tired by the second.

At last, Lara's hand hit him. He was bobbing around the water unconscious, kept afloat by only the life vest. His head was bleeding - it had smacked against the canoe after it capsized.

"Oh my - Nick - Nick!" Lara cried. She hooked her arm under both of his and tilted his head upward. The waves made this difficult, she could barely make out what she was doing. Somehow, Lara managed to retain consciousness as she hauled him toward shore.

***

Lara smashed through one of the thin glass windows beside the door of the small cottage. Nick felt like he weighed a thousand pounds, hmm, he probably did.

Gotta hurry! Gotta hurry!, Lara thought frantically. She reached through the broken glass and feeling around, found and flicked the lock of the door. She pulled Nick through.

"Uhg!" Lara moaned, as she hauled Nick's body through the door and into, what seemed to be, the cottage's living room area. His head was still bleeding heavily. It gushed from his forehead and soaked the carpet with redness.

Lara looked around, quickly assessing their surroundings. She had pulled him into a smallish wood cabin. The occupants most likely holidayed here for a few weeks in summer, but since it was early fall, wouldn't be back for another year. The place had been stripped of most things Lara would have found useful. There was some furniture: an old easy chair, a couch, a small table probably meant for a TV, and a love seat. Unfortunately there were no blankets or pillows strewn about.

Lara felt a moment of complete panic, but reminded herself that she needed to think clearly in a situation like this. Lara opened Nick's airway and check for breathing, luckily, he was. She elevated his legs by setting them on the couch and snatched open her first aid kit. Everything in it had been kept in a sealed package, so none of it had been ruined. She rather inappropriately giggled as she opened a maxi pad and held the absorbent side tightly against the wound on his head. This should work, Lara thought to herself. They said this would work. Oh my God - This has to work. No one knows where we are. Lara hurriedly wrapped some bandages tightly around the pad, to keep the pressure in place as she went to find a phone.

***

There was no phone. There was not so much as a phone jack and there wasn't another cottage or road insight. Lara would have to stay with him and try to revive him. It was possible that the gash on his four head was not as bad as it had originally looked.

Lara had managed to scavenge a few blankets, two pillows and some candles from different places in the small cottage. She knew that if she didn't get them warmed up soon, things could go from bad to worse.

Lara pulled the wet T-shirt Nick had been wearing, over his head and removed his jeans with some difficulty. Cringing, Lara ripped off her own clothes and tossed the heap of clothing across the room. She lay the blankets over Nick and herself and snuggled up closer to him. With shaky hands she managed to light the three candles she had found.

Lara lay her head on Nick's chest. What the hell am I supposed to do now? She wondered to herself. She'd checked his vitals three times already and the bleeding from his head had stopped. Lara propped herself up on one elbow and looked down at him. The glow from the candle reflected warmly on his skin. With one hand Lara caressed his face. She couldn't help feeling that this was her fault and that she was putting him through hell by not signing on as a member of his crew. Why can't I be his girl friend? Lara wondered. I love him, don't I? Her reason and rationale cut her off and demanded: How can you even think that way? You've only known this guy for what - four months? And even then you've only spent a limited amount of time actually with him. A few days here a few days there. No, no, no - you can't possibly love this guy!

Lara rolled her eyes at herself. Can't make a commitment? Her mind wondered. Let's just be friends! A voice called out. Lara, don't fall asleep - you can't fall asleep! Wake up Nick! Don't fall asleep!

Her head jolted up just as she was about to fall asleep. Lara shook herself. Her cold, wet hair hung in clumps and clung to her face and neck. She was freezing. She pulled her naked body closer to Nick's. She knew she should probably try to wake him, it was likely he had a concussion.

Lara pulled herself on top of him. "Nick," she murmured. "Nick! Wake up!" Lara hit his face lightly. "Nick! Wake up!" She slapped his face a little harder this time. He made a noise.

"Ouhuh?!?" Nick muttered. "Not now - I don need thissss nowww . . ."

"Nick! Please wake up!" Lara cried, resting her head on his chest. It had just crossed her mind that a number of other things could be wrong with him - things she hadn't treated for.

"Nick! Wake up!" Lara demanded.

This time he came to. "What?" Nick mumbled. He tried to move his head. "Where am I? Lara?"

"Yeah, it's me Nick . . ." Lara answered him.

"What happened?" Nick mumbled.

"You got hit in the head with a canoe."

"A canoe?"

"A canoe."

"How'd that happen?"

"We went canoeing and when the boat capsized you banged your head on the gunnel - erm I think."

"No, you don't. Not very often."

"Can you see straight Nick?" Lara asked him.

"Yeah. I know the drill Lara - I only see one of you, but I have this pounding headache. What the hell is stuck to my head?"

"I had to dress your wound with something, Nick."

"Oh God - Don't tell me I have a pad stuck to my head."

"Would you prefer I lied to you?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Nick you do not have a pad stuck to your head."

"Okay - that's good."

Lara sighed. Nick seemed to be doing okay. She rested her head on his chest again.

"Where are we now?" Nick inquired.

"I pulled you up to a small cottage and broke in. But it's on the other side of the lake, so there are no phones, no electricity, no running water, no heat, no one knows where we are and it's still storming." Lara informed him grimly.

"Oh, you sound so optimistic!" Nick commented sarcastically. Suddenly, he realized something. "Are you lying naked on top of me?"

"Yes, I was afraid we'd get hypothermia." Lara explained.

"Oh."

"Nick there's something I want to tell you . . ."

"Oh shit - is this one of those things where you think you're going to die so you spill your guts to the person your with?"

"Sort of yeah . . ."

"Hmmph - ah well - get on with it!"

"Like I was saying," Lara began. "I'm really sorry I treated you the way I did. But I figured out while you were hurt that I really do care a lot about you. I was really scared and - I know this is going to sound a little melodramatic - but I realized that I love you."

"Oh, that's good. Does this mean you want to be more than friends?"

"I want you to be my official submarine boy. How does that sound?"

"I couldn't understand a word you just said - but it's fine with me."
Nick pulled his head up a bit to look at her. "You look like a drowned rat, Lara."

"I love you too, Nick."

***

"So when am I going to see you again?" Lara asked Nick, smiling up at him.
They had been rescued an hour later, by a small search and rescue team. The man who had rented them the canoe had called the team in after Lara and Nick didn't return the canoe when the storm hit. Nick didn't have a concussion, just a nasty cut and a few bruises. They had both come out of the situation healthy and intact.

"I don't know," Nick replied. "Do you want me to call you?"

"No." Lara shook her head. "I'll call you."

The blindingly yellow taxi cab pulled up to the curb and waited.

"That's my ride," Nick told her. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. "I guess I'll hear from you, then?"

"You'll more than hear from me," Lara smiled. "See you around the galaxy . . ."

With that, she pushed him toward the cab. The submarine submerged once more.


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