Uncharted Imagines/Shorts'

00 (Nathan Drake) Close Call

Nathan Drake and yourself are good friends, you're the sister of Charlie Cutter and ten years younger than Nathan. It takes place before the events of the first game.

"Nathan, you hear me?" I ask turning away from the many faces in the crowd hoping no one notices me talking to no one. I listen out closely for a crackle in my ear but it's silent, his voice doesn't come through and I wonder where the hell he's wandered off to.

Chatter fills the room as I switch back on trying to act casual, it looks like I'll have to wander around until something happens. I normally live for jobs like this but something didn't feel right the second we stepped foot into this place and I have no idea what it is but it's nothing good. I can tell you that.

Our adrenaline addicted selves have ended up in a rather exquisite manor, surrounded by others just like us and it should feel right at home but it's hard to make conversation with people who'd kill you in a heartbeat for a measly treasure. I've avoided talking to anyone who wasn't of interest of me and stayed a good distance away from those with familiar faces knowing a few out there want me dead. I know Nathan's made some bad deals too so we're both on edge here.

In my ear the piece crackles but not voice comes though.

"I can't do this alone, Nate." I mumble hoping he doesn't bail at the last second, we're so close and I have a feeling he's gotten cold feet. "If you can hear me i'll be outside the front door, don't leave me waiting too long." I add before quickly starting to make my way around the sea of people clumped in this small hall. Attention is hard to attract here, there's too many people for me to be noticed among them and as I slip out through the large open front doors I breathe normally again. Inside the manor has a overwhelming atmosphere and escaping that to come out here to fee the cool air soothe my skin is complete bliss.

Again my ear feels fuzzy as static comes through but this time a out of breath voice follows. "I uh took a detour and it landed me underground, on my way to the front doors. Hang tight." Nathan's voice is gone in a matter of seconds, his brief reason for going missing for half an hour is probably related to our reasons for being here in the first place but he said it wouldn't take so long. I'm curious about the so called detour he took. I feel safer knowing he'll be here soon and decide to stop worrying so much since with him around it'll be easy.

Nathan appears at the bottom of the stairs leading to the grand entrance, he looks exhausted lazily jogging up the stairs to me while panting slightly. "Ah, you look lovely" he comments stopping just before me and leaning over to place his hands on his thighs. It takes him a few moment to catch his breath.

"Not too bad yourself- so what happened?" I ask getting straight to the point.

He stands up straight "ran into some trouble down there, we should hurry before some guards with headaches start looking for us" he smiles sheepishly.

"Damn it, we have to make a run for it and hope for the best" I sigh in annoyance.

"Sully left the boat waiting in the water, just below the second floor balcony" he starts pointing to the exact window and my eyes follow the path down to the edge of the cliff, I imagine a boat below ready to leave "all we have to do it grab the artifact and jump" he finishes with a smile like it's a perfect plan with nothing that could possibly go wrong at all.

I scoff shaking my head. "I am not jumping from a fucking window into the ocean" I tell him.

"It's better than being caught and going back to jail" he reminds me and I sigh torn between the idea of a quick escape that could have one of us injured in the process, or us sneaking around to possibly be caught and once again end up in jail.